11/22/63

by Stephen King

But we never know, do we? Life turns on a dime.

“Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a coincidence is just a coincidence. All I know is that we’re talking about another watershed moment.”

Humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.

The past harmonizes; it also tries to balance, and mostly succeeds.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

But she was smiling that charming one-sided smile, and in my eyes, that made her Helen of Troy.

I can love you if you’re a man, and I can love you if you’re a hero—I guess, although for some reason that seems a lot harder—but I don’t think I can love a vigilante.”