He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate.
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His mother called such people ignorant and superstitious, but his father only shook his head slowly and puffed his pipe and said that sometimes old stories had a grain or two of truth in them and it was best not to take chances. It was why, he said, he crossed himself whenever a black cat crossed his path.
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Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work
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...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.
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I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and Fries
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Kill if you will, but command me nothing!' the gunslinger roared. 'You have forgotten the faces of those who made you! Now either kill us or be silent and listen to me, Roland of Gilead, son of Steven, gunslinger, and lord of ancient lands! I have not come across all the miles and all the years to listen to your childish prating! Do you understand? Now you will listen to ME!
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If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud
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The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.
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The devil's voice is sweet to hear.
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His was the face you could never quite see, his the hands which dealt all the spades from a dead deck, his the eyes beyond the flames, his the grin from beyond the grave of the world.
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The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance... logic can be happily tossed out the window.
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I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.
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Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.
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No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just... come out the other side. Or you don't.
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People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them that I have the heart of a small boy -- and I keep it in a jar on my desk.
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You can't deny laughter when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
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At this time the agency is not releasing any specifics of that investigation in order to preserve the integrity of that investigation.
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The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.
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What if there were no grownups? Suppose the whole idea of grownups was an illusion? What if their money was really just playground marbles, their business deals no more than baseball-card trades, their wars only games of guns in the park? What if they were all still snotty-nosed kids inside their suits and dresses? Christ, that couldn’t be, could it?
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...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
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I want some sort of guarantee that Mr. Harmon is going to do his time in Montana.
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It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost
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I have the heart of a child - I keep it in a jar
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Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.
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If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot...reading is the creative center of a writer's life...you cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.
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Must you write complete sentences each time, every time? Perish the thought
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Get busy living, or get busy dying
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If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.
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Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
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Fiction is the truth inside the lie
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