I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
What you don't know, you can't tell. Or made to tell.
In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.
There are lots of guys out there who write a better prose line than I do and who have a better understanding of what people are really like and what humanity is supposed to mean - hell, I know that.
Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...
A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.
Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.
Hope is a good thing - maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies
Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.
It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.
There's always a choice. That's God's way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There's no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.
Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vurnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?
You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn't question knowing.
My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.
And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.
I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is unsettling.
Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.
About halfway through I broke down crying, which I hadn't expected. I was a little ashamed, but only a little;it was her, you see, and she never taxed me with the times that I slipped from the way I thought a man should be...the way I thought I should be, at any rate. A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they don't know how poorly off they are.
But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.
The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.
In here I'm the guy who can get things for you... outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. I don't think I could make it.
And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.
Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.
They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.
Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.
And when she talks of Carrie White her face takes on an odd pinched look that is more like Lovecraft out of Arkham than Kerouac out of Southern Cal.
A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it. You prime a pump with your own water, you work the handle with your own strength. You do this because you expect to get back more than you give.
Bill could smell Its breath and it was a smell like exploded animals lying on the highway at midnight.
Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up
Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.
If you haven't considered it already, consider it now: there is every possibility that some of us, or all of us, may live and triumph, only to stand trial for murder.
Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
But people love a hypocrite, you know--they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.
Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?
The mystery of the universe is not time but size.
In spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don't or won't or can't and plenty of them aren't in prison either.
Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.
Lightening flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.
When you empty out the vessel, you also empty out all the crap floating around in there. The additives. The impurities. It sure feels good. It's a whole body, whole-minded enema.
Tell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.
High school isn't a very important place. When you're going you think it's a big deal, but when it's over nobody really thinks it was great unless they're beered up.
A change is as good as a rest.
But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...
Politics always change. Stories never do.
Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust...
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He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.
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