В пустинята видях човек,гол и озверял,клечеше на земята и стискаше сърцето си...и го ядеше....-Добро ли е,приятелю?-попитах аз;-Горчиво е.Но ми харесва,защото е горчиво и е мое...."Стивън Кинг

“He had been (Thinking? Praying?) It was all the same thing.”

“But there was only that silence, as in the five or ten minutes before a vicious…”

“There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm plac…”

“Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.”