In the end, we wear out our worries.
Stephen KingMots clés end worrying worries
I’d have you see the like this; I’d have you see them very well. Will you? They are clustered around Suzie’s Cruisin Trike, embracing in the aftermath of their victory. I’d have you see them this way not because they have won a great battle—they know better than that, every one of them—but because now they are ka-tet for the last time. The story of their fellowship ends here, on this make-believe street and beneath this artificial sun; the rest of the tale will be short and brutal compared to all that’s gone before. Because when ka-tet breaks, the end always comes quickly.
Say sorry.
Willpower and dedication are good words' Roland remarked 'There's a bad one, though, that means the same thing. That one is obsession
Stephen KingTyler rolls out of bed, sniffs the armpits of yesterday's T-shirt, tosses it aside, gets another out of the drawer. His dad sometimes asks him why he sets his alarm so early -- it's summer vacation, after all -- and Tyler can't seem to make him understand that every day is important, especially those filled with warmth and sunlight and no particular responsibilities. It's as if there's some little voice deep inside him, warning him not to waste a minute, not a single one, because time is short.
Stephen KingThe top drawer was locked, but I forced it open. You know what else was in there, Sanders? Some of the skankiest jerk-off material I have ever seen."
"Kids?" Andy asked. He wouldn't be surprised. When the devil got a preacher, he was apt to fall low, indeed. Low enough to put on a tophat and crawl under a rattlesnake.
"Worse, Sanders." He lowered his voice. "Orientals.
Mots clés chef andy-sanders orientals
You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.
Stephen KingMots clés life-experience memories flashback
The mad King, the bad King, the sad King. Ring-a-ding-ding, all hail the King!
Stephen KingMots clés dark-tower
Case closed, game over, zip up your fly.
Stephen KingMots clés phrases
The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.
Stephen KingMots clés dark-tower
The lobby of the Nelson Hotel always smells of the river -- it's in the pores of the place -- but this evening the smell is heavier than usual. It's a smell that makes us think of bad ideas, blown investments, forged checks, deteriorating health, stolen office supplies, unpaid alimony, empty promises, skin tumors, lost ambition, abandoned sample cases filled with cheap novelties, dead hope, dead skin, and fallen arches.
This is the kind of place you don't come to unless you've been here before and all your other options are pretty much foreclosed. It's a place where men who left their families two decades before now lie on narrow beds with pee-stained mattresses, coughing and smoking cigarettes.
Mots clés descriptive-prose
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