Oh shit, the mummy’s after us, let’s all walk a little faster

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

Andy Dufresne: ‘That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you…haven’t you ever felt that way about music?’Red: ‘I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn’t...

If you write books, you go on one page at a time. We turn from all we know and all we fear. We study catalogues, watch football games, choose Sprint over AT&T. We count the...

I am, when you stop to think of it, a member of a fairly select group: the final handful of American novelists who learned to read and write before they learned to eat a daily...

I think that real friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high...

Creo que todo sueño que se repite tiene algo de misterioso, pues nos hace percatarnos de que el inconsciente está cavando obsesivamente para desenterrar un objeto que se niega a salir.

Several times we had been very close to “it,” but “it” just never quite happened. She always drew back, and I never pressed her. God help me, I was being gallant. I have wondered often...

It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut—it’s the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.

People don’t get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

I thought there would be time, but we always think stuff like that, don’t we? We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE

Time and tide wait for no man.

The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time’s great tower, everything...

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring’s crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

A dor era como um pontão velho, por vezes estava encoberto, e outras, visível, mas sempre presente.

Can the future hsitory of the world be so fragile that it will not allow two high school teachers to meet and fall in love? To marry, to dance to Beatles tunes like “I Want...

¡Te voy a matar! Y, te lo aseguro, si Dios me lo permite, te mataré dos veces.

The last good time always comes

Most gothics are overplotted novels whose success or failure hinges on the author’s ability to make you believe in the characters and partake of the mood.

They’re animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.

…writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.

Eddie discovered one of his childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

Good books are for consideration after, too.

That was what I wanted, but I don’t need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain...

There’s no room for anything but joy and fear, and joy ruled the house. Fear lived in the shack out back!

Time’s the thief of memory

Por la noche los pensamientos tienen la desagradable costumbre de escapar de su correa y correr libremente.

I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of...

People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride–if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

Life could sometimes be grand.

Adulthood is accretive by nature, a thing which arrives in ragged stages and uneven overlaps.

There’a a phrase, “the elephant in the living room”, which purports to describe what it’s like to live with a drug addict, an alcoholic, an abuser. People outside such relationships will sometimes ask, “How could...

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were...

How much courage does it take to fire up your tractor and plow under a crop you spent six or seven years growing?’ he asked himself. ‘How much courage to go on and do that...

Women’s lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man...

For me writing has always been best when it’s intimate, as sexy as skin on skin.

There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement...

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts’ deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not...

You always know the truth, because when you cut yourself or someone else with it, there’s always a bloody show.

Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

So okay― there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You’ve blown up your TV and committed yourself...

The rest of it – and perhaps the best of it – is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.