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At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.
Stephen King
But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe.
So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.
All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.
Memory is the basis of every journey.
The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.
Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.
He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.
Sometimes the only thing to do is to take the thing that you must have. Even if someone gets hurt.
They were close to the end of the beginning . . .
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.
the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.
Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye
Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up
It's a long walk back to Eden, sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.
But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
In the end, though, it's all about giving back the teeth that the current 'sweetie-vamp' craze has, by and large, stolen from the bloodsuckers. It's about making them again.
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE