Night Shift

by Stephen King

Compulsive diligence is almost enough. But not quite. You have to have a taste for words. Gluttony. You have to want to roll in them. You have to read millions of them written by other people.

Then you have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. A piece of us is in every person we can ever meet.

have a marketable obsession. There are madmen and madwomen in padded cells the world over who are not so lucky.

No need to belabor the obvious; life is full of horrors small and large, but because the small ones are the ones we can comprehend, they are the ones that smack home with all the force of mortality.

This night is my night; I leave it for whatever shadows be.

When a romantic tries to do a good thing and fails, they give him a medal. When a pragmatist succeeds, they wish him in hell.

There is no dignity in putting things up your ass.