I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.

Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

For me, good description usually consists of a few well-chosen details that will stand for everything else.

A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.

A man without a sense of purpose, even one whose bank accounts are stuffed with money, is always a small man.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

That's the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the most inopportune moments.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

I'd been raised by my parents to believe barfing your feelings on other people was the height of impoliteness.

How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?

I can't see the future, but it's grim. The depletion of resources - we're living in this dine-and-dash economy.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

Scaring people, especially in our day and time, is one of the hardest things on earth, as far as I am concerned.

I never think of stories as made things; I think of them as found things. As if you pull them out of the ground.

It's a cash and carry world. Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes, it's everything you have.

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever

You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn’t question knowing.

It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.

All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.

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.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

There's a lot of things people think they can't do and then discover they can when they find themselves tight-wired.

The book is not the important part. The book is the delivery system. The important part is the story and the talent.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

I wasn't a social drinker. I used to say that I didn't want to go to bars because they were full of assholes like me.

The idea that America exists in a culture of violence is bullshit. What America exists in is a culture of Kardashian.

That's not such a bad thing,' he said to me. 'In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.

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