Stephen King: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 7)

“The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high… but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.”

“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.”

“Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win.”

“I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.”

“Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.”

“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

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

“Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.”

“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.”

“May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!”

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

“It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.”

“If you want to play, you gotta pay.”

“Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.”

“Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.”

“Grammar is… the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.”

“In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.”

“Talk had faded with the daylight. The silence that set in was oppressive. The encroaching dark, the groundmist collecting into small, curdled pools…for the first time it seemed perfectly real and totally unnatural, and he wanted either Jan or his mother, some woman, and he wondered what in the hell he was doing and how he ever could have gotten involved. He could not even kid himself that everything had not been up front, because it had been. And he hadn't even done it alone. There were currently ninety-five other fools in this parade.”

“The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed the incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever.”