There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don’t understand is because you’re not one of those people. You’d use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that’s what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You’re just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you’d go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.
Stephen KingStichwörter: inspirational the-drawing-of-the-three eddie-dean
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows.
You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die?
Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through the shell (or find a door), what great and torrential light might shine through your opening at the end of space? Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig you incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite but to an infinity of them?
Stichwörter: philosophy-of-life man-in-black
Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.
Stephen KingStichwörter: misery ego stephen-king
Some werewolves are hairy on the inside.
Stephen KingStichwörter: violence anger werewolves psychopaths
Age looked at youth, and youth's applause first weakened, then died.
Stephen KingPues bien, existe otra cosa en la que creo, William. Creo en lo que veo.
Y ésa es la razón de que sea un hombre relativamente rico. Y también
es el motivo de que sea un hombre vivo. La mayoría de la gente no cree
lo que ve. Yo no creo en Dios. Pero si le viese, creería. No iría por
ahí diciendo: Jesús vaya un efecto especial más estupendo. La definición
de imbécil es un tipo que no cree en lo que ve
They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.
Stephen KingThe day I start hanging out with that bunch of half-starved mix-n-match sluts will be the day I crawl up my own ass and die!
Stephen KingYou think Okay, I get it, I'm prepared for the worst, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that's what fucks you up. That's what kills you.
Stephen KingIt was, he supossed, one of the adventages of having married a doctor- you could shove the kid at your husband whenever the kid seemed to be dying.
Stephen KingStichwörter: doctor pet-sematary
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