The Bazaar of Bad Dreams

by Stephen King

She had grown up knowing you cared for the one who had fallen and couldn’t get up. She had also grown up knowing you ate no shit—not about your hosses, your size, your line of work, or your sexual preferences. Once you started eating shit, it had a way of becoming your regular diet.

Balzac once said, ‘Behind every great fortune there is a crime.’

And the years stretch ahead, a march beneath a sun that never goes down.

God’s grace is a pretty cool concept. It stays intact every time it’s not you.

Life was a short shelf that came with bookends.

Be grateful for the time you’ve had with him. A little bit of grace. That’s what a good dog is, you know. A little bit of grace.”