They had come and got him on the afternoon of the seventeenth, two days ago. Four army men and a doctor. Polite but firm. There was no question of declining; all four of the army men had been wearing sidearms. That was when Stu Redman started being seriously scared.
Lift the rug of your subconscious and sweep all the dirt under. Good-bye.
Jake was perfectly aware that in the fierce furnace of Elmer Chambers’ mind, the gross carbon of wish and opinion was often blasted into the hard diamonds which he called facts... or, in more informal circumstances, “factoids.” His favorite phrase, spoken often and with reverence, was, “The fact is,” and he used it every chance he got.
When she said his name his arms prickled. Oh, he had it, all right. Had it bad.
Hier gab es nur das Korps. Und das Korps. Und gelegentlich, wenn wieder ein Exempel statuiert werden musste, eine oder zwei Leichen.
We see in part, and thus is the mirror of prophecy darkened.
Perhaps at the end, when the masks of horror were laid aside, there was nothing with which the human mind could not cope.
Faith is a great thing, and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing, but I don’t believe that myself. Because there are too many different ideas on the subject. What we know is this: When we die, one of two things happens. Either our souls and thoughts somehow survive the experience of dying or they don’t. If they do, that opens up every possibility you could think of. If they don’t, it’s just blotto. The end.
They watched without talking, each in his own way exploring the edges of the hole that had appeared in their lives, so as not to fall in.
Holly hangs up, washes her face in the tiny lavatory, reapplies.
Of course you will, Hodges thinks. You might think you know what you’re risking, but you don’t. When you’re seventeen, the future is strictly theoretical.
But suddenly his daddy was there, looking at him in mortal agony, and a sorrow so great that Danny’s heart flamed within his chest. The mouth drew down in a quivering bow. “Doc,” Jack Torrance said. “Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you.” “No,” Danny said. “Oh Danny, for God’s sake – ” “No,” Danny said. He took one of his father’s bloody hands and kissed it. “It’s almost over.
No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts.
The face of the clown in the stormdrain was white, there were funny tufts of red hair on either side of his bald head, and there was a big clown-smile painted over his mouth. If George had been inhabiting a later year, he would have surely thought of Ronald McDonald before Bozo or Clarabell.
Coincidence has been cancelled, honey,” Susannah said. “What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.
In the end you always crashed against the unspoken barricades of their love, like the walls of a padded cell. The truth of their love rendered further meaningful discussion impossible and made what had gone before empty of meaning.
Oouuu, you nasty man!
She turned and he was coming for her. It was Jack and yet not Jack. His eyes were lit with a vacant, murderous glow; his familiar mouth now wore a quivering, joyless grin. He.
The girl, who was thirteen, had been found mutilated and frozen into the muddy earth. This had.
There were times when they felt ashamed of themselves, knowing that they had not done their best, and there were times when they knew they had stood where their God had meant them to stand.