Lisey's Story

by Stephen King

time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

She thinks if one more person calls her y’all she’ll scream.

All day I’ve faced the barren waste, Without a single taste of water, cool water.

Should be, “All day I've faced a barren waste Without the taste of water, cool water..”

Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people’s heads is none of their smucking business.

if you worked your fingers to the bone, all you got was bony fingers.

I know that he and right aren’t even writing letters to each other anymore.