It's a long way back to Eden, Sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.
Stephen KingIt was like drowning, only from the inside out.
Stephen KingShe felt like someone who drowns remembering what it was like to still be on the boat, so calm and at ease, so carelessly safe
Stephen KingThe first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.
Stephen KingTag: life
Oh shit, the mummy's after us, let's all walk a little faster
Stephen KingTag: humor
In these silences something may rise
Stephen KingDo any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?
Stephen KingTag: love
Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.
Stephen KingTag: horror
Thunderheads were pouring toward them through the ragged teeth of the White Mountains, and Lisey counted seven dark spots where the high slopes had been smudged away by cauls of rain. Brilliant lightnings flashed inside those stormbags and between those two of them, connecting them like some fantastic fairy bridge, was a double rainbow that arched over Mount Cranmore in a frayed loophole of blue.
Stephen KingIt would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good dog. He had tried to do all the things his MAN and his WOMAN, and most of all his BOY, had asked or expected of him. He would have died for them, if that had been required. He had never wanted to kill anybody. He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative nerve disease called rabies. Free will was not a factor.
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