Stephen King

Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the color of can’t remember.

There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion.

the unconscious mind writes poetry if it’s left alone.

Pain is the biggest power of love.

I saw her lying on her side, sleeping just as she had as a kid: one hand tucked under her cheek and one knee drawn up almost to her chest. We think we change, but we don’t really—that’s what Wireman says.

“Meantime, do the day and let the day do you!”

we fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

she had whistled for a dog and gotten a wolf.

when memory takes its strongest hold, our own bodies become ghosts, haunting us with the gestures of our younger selves.

To the champ, everything is serious business. I’m hoping that he’ll live long enough to learn that in this world that is a very dangerous attitude