1922

by Stephen King

only a smoking, brimstone-stinking emptiness full of lost souls like myself.

I believe that there is another man inside of every man, a stranger, a Conniving Man.

Secretly allow

The Bible says that an ungrateful child is like a serpent’s tooth, but a nagging and ungrateful Wife is ever so much sharper than that.

And is there Hell, or do we make our own on earth? When I consider the last eight years of my life, I plump for the latter.

She was one of those people who can never take two glasses without taking four, then six, then the whole bottle. And another bottle, if there is another.

City life is no life for a country man; for such a man that life is a kind of damnation in itself.

When the heart stops and the brain asphyxiates, our spirits either go somewhere else, or simply wink out.

Everything about this is dirty.” “Dirt washes off.” “Not this kind,”

Lawyers are fleas on the hide of human nature.

“Friends don’t peach on friends.”

“That is exactly the rootin’-tootin’, cowboy-shootin’ point!

You’re the master, you’re the god of my world, so make it stop.

She is the judge, they are the jury, but I’ll be my own executioner.

Poison spreads like ink in water.