The Long Walk

by Stephen King

His mother was also tall, but too thin. Her breasts were almost nonexistent: token nubs.

sir. why.

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

There was still the unshakable, blind assurances that this organism Ray Garraty could not die. The others could die, they were extras in the movie of his life, but not Ray Garraty, star of that long-running hit film, The Ray Garraty Story.

“That prick? He wouldn’t give his mother artificial respiration if she was drowning.”

Go ahead and tell yourself it’s a straight game.” Thin color had come into Stebbins’s cheeks. “Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.”