I think our phones are how we are wedded to the world. If so, it’s probably a bad marriage.
She was thinking about how quietly you could grow to depend on a person, almost like a junkie with a habit.
You know the price of selling out the future, Sully-John? You can never really leave the past.
Hands on a clock, numbers on a bathroom scale, weren’t they only ways of trying to measure invisible forces that had visible effects?
But when it comes to fiction, the writer’s only responsibility is to look for the truth inside his own heart.
Love is a gift; love is also a chain with a manacle at each end.
Leaving for the night, it came to me. What I should have told her. Life goes on – that’s what I should have said. That’s what you say to people when a loved one dies. But, thinking it over, I was glad I didn’t. Because maybe that’s what she was afraid of.
A person can always find something to be grateful for no matter how dark it gets.
She wasn’t wearing makeup that night, and didn’t need any. The moonlight was her makeup.
Come on and take your medicine!
Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another.
If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness. When we get together we build miles of summer cottages and kill each other in the bars on Saturday night.
Margaret had a face like the ass end of a gasoline truck and a body to match.
Never tell a lie when you can tell the truth. The truth isn’t always the safest course, but mostly it is.
I have never been what you’d call a crying man.
Is Stephen King the Crimson King of this world?
Which is what most of our modern communications amount to, when you stop to think of it; chatter for the sake of chatter.
She came to him then and lifted her arms to be picked up, something he could not remember her doing for a long time-maybe two years. It was amazing how time got by, how quickly a child could change, change in front of your eyes with an unobtrusiveness that was nearly terrible.
The idea of ghosts gave his child’s mind no trouble at all... According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost.
Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.