Bag of Bones

by Stephen King

Once crazy goes past a certain point, you’re on a turnpike with no exit ramps.

the Outsider eventually comes back for all of us, doesn’t it? Because we’re all bags of bones. And the Outsider . . . Frank, the Outsider wants what’s in the bag.”

The birth of the concept ‘The Outsider’ ...who knows how many good stories are still freeze dried and waiting for birth?

but I will not willingly haunt myself, and when I closed my book of dreams I did so of my own free will. I think I could have poured lye over those dreams as well, but from that I stayed my hand.

Thomas Hardy, who supposedly said that the most brilliantly drawn character in a novel is but a bag of bones, stopped writing novels himself after finishing

We all have stories tucked away. Until we tell them they are just a bag of Bones

Jude the Obscure and while he was at the height of his narrative genius.

In the time between now and whenever the Outsider remembers me and decides to come back, there must be other things to do, things that mean more than those shadows.

The short answer is that I probably care more about the people than the monsters these days.

appreciate the subtleties of human behavior a little bit more and to appreciate contradictions between what people think and what they do, between what they think and what they say, and between what they say and what they do. Those are the delicious things that fiction is made out of.

The beautiful marriage between plot and characters makes the novel!