oh shit it’s shit

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

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

Then, for no reason I could tell you, I tossed the spool again, even though Elaine had asked me not to. Maybe only because, in a way, him chasing a spool was like old people...

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love’s ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

There are really only two types of men in the world when it comes to bad trouble,” Andy said, cupping a match between his hands and lighting a cigarette. “Suppose there was a house full...

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

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

There are books full of great writing that don’t have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story… don’t be like the book-snobs who won’t do that. Read sometimes for the words–the language. Don’t be...

When it was done and I went to sleep, I lay awake and listened to the clock on your nightstand and the wind outside and understood that I was really home, that in bed with...

You try to tell yourself that you’ve been lucky, most incredibly lucky, and usually that works because it’s true. Sometimes it doesn’t work, that’s all. Then you cry.

The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book is, because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end.

In America, where surface has always passed for substance, people always believe guys like Frank Dunning.

If there’s one American belief I hold above all others, it’s that those who would set themselves up in judgment on matters of what is “right” and what is “best” should be given no rest;...

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

Tony, Tony,come around, something’s lost that can’t be found.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Why’ is a crooked letter and can’t be made straight.

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.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

There’s an old rule of theater that goes, ‘If there’s a gun on the mantel in Act I, it must go off in Act III.’ The reverse is also true.

FEAR stands for face everything and recover – Old AA saying

At some point in this course, perhaps even tonight, you will read something difficult, something you only partially understand, and your verdict will be this is stupid. Will I argue when you advance that opinion...

Lend me your wings, bird. I’ll spread them and fly on the thermals.

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

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory.She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George...

I had been hobbled, perhaps even crippled by a pervasive internet society I had come to depend on and take for granted… hit enter and let Google, that twenty-first century Big Brother, take care of...

E quasi per sbaglio Eddie scoprì una delle grandi verità della sua infanzia: i veri mostri sono gli adulti.

The person healed has an obligation to then ask why— to meditate on God’s will, and the extraordinary lengths to which God has gone to realize His will.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

Beating heroin is child’s play compared to beating your childhood.

His story is simple, because simple is always best.

The prosaic fact of the universe’s existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts, which explains why so many writers who have run out of gas can keep coasting anyway, propelled on to the bestseller...

High school isn’t a very important place. When you’re going you think it’s a big deal, but when it’s over nobody really thinks it was great unless they’re beered up.

Now the two of them rode silently toward town, both lost in their own thoughts. Their way took them past the Delgado house. Roland looked up and saw Susan sitting in her window, a bright...

The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story…. Writing is seduction. Good talk is part of seduction.

There’s no tonic like an old friend.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there…and still on your feet.

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

you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Some of this book—perhaps too much—has been about how I learned to do it. Much of it has been about how you can do it better. The rest of it—and perhaps the best of it—is...

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won’t carry a quitter.

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support system...

In North Carolina, I stopped to gas up at a Humble Oil station, then walked around the corner to use the toilet. There were two doors and three signs. MEN was neatly stenciled over one...

…there were those who might have suggested that reality is a highly untrustworthy concept, something perhaps no more solid than a piece of canvas stretched over an interlacing of cables like the strands of a...

She looks like the type that might freak out. It’s something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I’ll shoot yours.