If It Bleeds (Holly Gibney #2)

by Stephen King

as if it were Shawshank Prison),

Ufff hernosa referencia 😺

Sex is hard to figure out—something I learned even before I got to college—but crazy is even harder.

Henry Thoreau said that we don’t own things; things own us. Every new object—whether it’s a home, a car, a television, or a fancy phone like that one—is something more we must carry on our backs. It makes me think of Jacob Marley telling Scrooge, ‘These are the chains I forged in life.’

I think we mostly live alone. By choice, like him, or just because that’s the way the world was made.

I have no idea why the bad memories of childhood and early adolescence are so clear, I only know they are.

In the twenty-first century, I think our phones are how we are wedded to the world. If so, it’s probably a bad marriage.

And what makes you think you’re a main character in anything but your own mind?”

The universe is large, he thought. It contains multitudes. It also contains me, and in this moment I am wonderful. I have a right to be wonderful.

I will live my life until my life runs out. I am wonderful, I deserve to be wonderful, and I contain multitudes.

Curiosity killed the cat, she thinks, but satisfaction brought him back.

God helps those who help themselves.