Duma Key

by Stephen King

A ship had come here, a ship of the dead with rotted sails, and it had offloaded living corpses.

We can’t imagine time running out, and God punishes us for what we can’t imagine.

I became a local celebrity. Why not? Artist was good, especially in the Sarasota area. Artist Who Used to Build Banks and Then Turned His Back on Mammon was better. One-Armed Artist of Blazing Talent was the absolute Golden Motherfucker.

tragedy is a tragedy, and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid.

the sleep of reason breeds monsters.

See how the drowned salute it.

the only way to go on is to go on.

“That Gulfstream’s the way to fly. No standing in line at security, no one pawing through your carry-on to make sure you didn’t turn your little shitass can of Foamy into a bomb. And for once in my life I managed to fly north without a stop at fucking Atlanta.