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.
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.
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.
And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.
They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.
The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.
What can be done when you're eleven can often never be done again.
A coward judges all he sees by what he is.
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.
And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.
HEY, BOBBY TERRY, YOU SCROOOOWED IT UP!
Get on before I blow you lose of your shoes and give your fathers cause to celebrate!
Sorry is the KoolAid of human emotions.
Disquiet and desire. What you want and what you're scared to try for. Where you've been and where you want to go. Something in a rock-and-roll song about wanting the girl, the car, the place to stand and be. Oh please God can you dig it.
May be sheÆll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
Go now, there are other worlds than these
He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.
Rationalism is the idea that we can ever understand anything about the state of being. It's a deathtrip. It always has been. . . . And if rationalism is a deathtrip, then irrationalism might very well be a lifetrip . . . at least until it proves otherwise.
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.
Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up
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.
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.
The mystery of the universe is not time but size.
Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.
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.
There are also books full of great writing that don't have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words-the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book.-Mr. Brautigan says to Bobby.
You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.
A man who can't bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.
Weird love's better than no love at all.
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