The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.
I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.
Their faces were zealously blank, their eyes filled with bland fire.
For God's sake, Larry, grow up. Develop a little self-righteousness. A lot of that is an ugly thing, God knows, but a little spread over all your scruples is an absolute necessity!
Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.
You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn't question knowing.
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.
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.
But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.
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.
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.
Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.
But in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...
Think what you will, blackbird, for I'll be here long after thee's gone they course and died thy death.
Long days and pleasant nights.
You know, schizoid behavior is a pretty common thing in children. It's accepted, because all we adults have this unspoken agreement that children are lunatics.
That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.
Friends don't spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.
Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.
The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.
It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.
God doesn't bribe, child. He just makes a sign and lets people take it as they will.
As his mouth flooded with that horrible sweet purple taste, he could actually see those grapes dull, dusty, obese and nasty, crawling up a dirty stucco wall in a thick, syrupy sunlight that was silent except for the stupid buzz of many flies
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.
Bill could smell Its breath and it was a smell like exploded animals lying on the highway at midnight.
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.
Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
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