What does a good man fall back on when the situation is desperate? His faith, of course. The science of a new century. The love of his friends.
He said one of the reasons the stock market tanked so bad back in 1929 was because the more people traded, the farther behind the tickers got.
Right now it’s October, and in The Rock we let October stay just as long as she wants to. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the best time of year. Spring’s nice here, but I’ll take October over May every time.
Never had he seen a man who looked so lonely, so far from the run of human life with its fellowship and warmth. To see him here, in this place of fiesta, only underlined the truth of him: he was the last. There was no other.
Some memories battened onto a person’s mind like evil leeches, and certain words could bring them instantly back to squirming, feverish life.
Why did you go and do that? I served you faithfully and you broke me. I never harmed you and you smashed me. I was defenseless.
If it’s all true, then we’re in the citadel of unbelief, where nightmares are dispatched with Lysol and scalpels and chemotherapy rather than with stakes and Bibles and wild mountain thyme.
The sun loses it’s thin grip on the air first, turning it cold, making it remember that winter is coming and winter will be long.
Life’s a great thing, but if you live long enough, it wears out before it runs out.
Take your time. Get serene.
I tell tales, not tea leaves.
Anything is possible,” she said to the empty room. “Anything at all. The world is full of strange nooks and crannies.
Apple pie without a piece of cheese is like a smooch without a squeeze.
Business is like football, Craig. If you have to knock someone down to reach the goal line, you better damn well do it, or you shouldn’t put on a uniform and go out on the field in the first place.
Living well isn’t the best revenge; loving well is.
The sky of the color of ashes in the east and embers in the west.
But it is. It’s something you need, and that’s a long way from nothing. If you need it, Eddie, we need it. What we don’t need is a man who can’t let go of the useless baggage of his memories.
There’s no way you can prepare for a broken heart.
This is the way he was when he still had wars to fight and men to lead and his old friends around him,” she thought. “How he was before the world moved on and he moved on with it, chasing that man Walter. This is how he was before the Big Empty turned him inward on himself and made him strange.
Now, sitting on his bed in the grip of this numbing hangover, rainwater spilling its lazy courses down the window beside him, his grief came for him fully, like some gray matron from Ward Nine in purgatory. It came and dissolved him, unmanned him, took away whatever defenses remained, and he put his face in his hands and cried, rocking back and forth on his bed, thinking he would do anything to have a second chance, anything at all.