They are as they are because they live in the light, the gunslinger thought suddenly. That light of civilization you were taught to adore above all other things. They live in a world which has not moved on.
Fright and loss leave residue.
Feelings are like breathing, they come in and go out.
He taught me a lot. But before the teaching, he listened.
God doesn’t have a plan, He throws pickup sticks.
Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words, can close those lovebites. It’s the other way around, that’s the joke.
I think tempus est umbra in mente is a better one. Roughly translated, it means time is a shadow in the mind.
Sometimes, the past don’t rest so easy. Why else do people study history?
I thought of asking her if it freaked her out to look up at night and see the stars and know they go on forever and ever, but didn’t bother. I just said no. You get used to marvelous things. You take them for granted. You can try not to, but you do. There’s too much wonder, that’s all. It’s everywhere.
Monster dog. Like Cujo in that movie.
I wish I had looked longer, but I don’t blame myself. You never know where the trapdoors are in your life, do you?
He waits. The time passes. It always does.
There’s always someone at fault, which is not the same as blame.
And always let your conscience be your guide.” – Blue Fairy.
The ring rolled down the gutter and disappeared into a sewer grate, and there it remained for a long, long time. But not forever. In Derry, things that disappear into the sewer system have a way – an often unpleasant one – of turning up.
Grits ain’t groceries and revenge don’t pay the bills.
Did you know that you could sit in front of a screen or a pad of paper and change the world? It doesn’t last, the world always comes back, but before it does, it’s awesome. It’s everything.
Sometimes the most horrible things are what give us strength.
Probably on one of those NPR shows where everyone sounds smart and full of Prozac.
Hey, the fact that no one’s used a nuclear weapon on actual living people since 1945 suggests there has to be something on our side. Sooner or later someone will, of course, but over half a century... that’s a long time.
Better to be dead than to be lost.