If I told what I knew about his relationship with Oswald, he might spend the rest of his career freezing his ass off in Fargo.
Dodge had a good time, too.
Tess exited YouTube, Binged Richard Widmark, and found what she expected, given.
You ever listen to that heavy metal music?” He painted such a vivid thumbnail that I was momentarily lost in it, groundless. “What? Oh, yeah, some. You know.” “I never liked it,” said Jorgensen. Pause for me to construct a mental image of Jorgensen sitting down all cozy with a Black Sabbath greatest hits disc. A taste of Mudhoney thrash. Perhaps a jot of some Norwegian speed-metal band’s idea of meltdown. “Know why? It sounds like combat, that’s why.
Now,” she said, when the ninth pair was burned. “You’ve been a good boy and a real sport and I know this hurts you almost as badly as your legs do and I won’t draw it out any longer.
Panic bloomed in her mind and she seized it as a tool, compressing it to an edge with which to cut through her frightened immobility.
The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones.
The emptiness imparts a strange melancholy which she could never express... except to think of bare trees under a white winter sky, empty trees, trees waiting for blackbirds to come like ministers at the end of March to preside over the death of snow.
He was for the open lands and long rides. That this seemed a good fate was something he would marvel over later, in his solitude.
So many authors, so many Urs, so little time. A.
Susannah realized, with dawning bitterness, that she could now give the perfect definition of a ka-mai: one who has been given hope but no choices. Like giving a motorcycle to a blindman, she thought. Richard.
But here’s something I bet you already know, deep down. It’s your brain that’s hurting, and blaming it on your leg. Brains are crafty that way.
But this was no nightmare. It was a good dream. It was good because he was the one drowning, and that meant he was not Roland at all but Jake, and he found this a relief because it would be far better to drown as Jake than to live as himself, a man who had, for a cold dream, betrayed a child who had trusted him.
Her expression was dreamy and distant. Eddie thought: I bet that’s how she looks when she’s sleeping.
Does the phrase ‘the shining’ mean anything to you?
But hardly anybody ever finds out that their actions really, actually, hurt other people! People don’t get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it. Lots of kids say they feel sorry for Carrie White – mostly girls, and that’s a laugh – but I bet none of them understand what it’s like to be Carrie White, every second of every day. And they don’t really care.
Once I had no children and eight ideas. Now I have eight children and no ideas.
He holds out a hand which arthritis has turned into a driftwood sculpture.
There were twin double beds, each covered with bright-gold spreads that had been tucked under the pillows and then pulled over them, so the pillows looked like the corpses of infants.
I don’t know exactly what’s on your mind, but whatever it is, this would be an excellent time to stop thinking about it.