Duma Key

by Stephen King

You’re due for a physical—soup to nuts, my friend.

An inch of snow fell in Sarasota in 1977. I guess it gets cold everywhere. I bet it even snows in hell, although I doubt if it sticks.

“Not good, but you can at least hope they left their Slipknot CDs home.” “Who’s Slipknot? What’s Slipknot?” “Wireman, you don’t want to know. Especially not while you’re busy working yourself into a state.”

Lmfao

If there’s a God, I think He needs to try a little harder.

Ric’s not surprised. He says you should never trust a person who prays in public.

Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.”

“I know about shadows,” he said. “You just want to be careful they don’t grow teeth. Because they can. Then, sometimes when you reach for the light-switch to make them go away, you discover the power’s out.”

When I made pictures, I fell in love with the world.