Love is the enemy. Yes... the poets continually and sometimes willfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile; it is always hungry.
Here is something I learned in 1922: there are always worse things waiting. You think you have seen the most terrible thing, the one that coalesces all your nightmares into a freakish horror that actually exists, and the only consolation is that there can be nothing worse. Even if there is, your mind will snap at the sight of it, and you will know no more. But there is worse, your mind does not snap, and somehow you carry on. You might understand that all the joy has gone...
People are only rational on the surface.
Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.
End of watch is what they call it, but Hodges himself has found it impossible to give up watching.
Maybe that was strange. Maybe it was sad. Maybe it was what literary types called irony.
Sympathy was to respect the feelings of another. Empathy was to actually share those feelings.
My tongue runs like a supermarket conveyor belt on payday.
The road to recovery led through the Land of Pain, that was all.
Real loneliness was a smeary red: the color of the taillights of the car ahead of you reflected on wet hot-top in a driving rain.
Then they will have drinks and a meal and talk about the grace of God and how everything happens for a reason. God’s grace is a pretty cool concept. It stays intact every time it’s not you.
I thought you were good, but you are not good. You are just a lying old dirty birdie.
My father, ” she said, pronouncing it fadder, and Beverly saw that her dress had also changed. It had become a scabrous, peeling black. The cameo was a skull, its jaw hung in a diseased gape. “His name was Robert Gray, better known as Bob Gray, better known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown. Although that was not his name, either. But he did love his joke, my fadder.
I hope I can make or across the border. I hope the pacific is as blue as it is in my dreams. I hope I get to see my friend. I hope...
You play the game to the end. That’s how it works; play to the end.
Then she screamed. There were no words in it, nor could there have been. Our greatest moments of triumph are always inarticulate.
Telekinesis is the ability to move objects or to cause changes in objects by force of the mind.
Television is all right, I’ve nothing against it, but I don’t like how it turns you away from the rest of the world and toward nothing but its own glassy self.
The audience burst into applause and hallelujahs. I kept trying to make sense of it, and kept coming up short. Here were people who routinely used their computers to stay in touch with their friends and get the news of the day, people who took weather satellites and lung transplants for granted, people who expected to live lives thirty and forty years longer than those of their great-grandparents. Here they were, falling for a story that made Santa and the Tooth Fairy look like gritty realism.
The devil was unpredictable. He had been an angel once.