Quotes from Richard Bachman

So sind die Dinge manchmal. Wenn alles am schlimmsten ist, dann wirft der Verstand alles in einen Papierkorb und geht für eine Weile nach Florida. Da ist ein Was-zur-Hölle-soll's?-Gefühl in einem, während man da-steht und über die Schulter zu der Brücke zurückblickt, die man soeben niedergebrannt hat.

having stormed the German nuclear base in Santiago nearly single-handed back in 1953.

Deep emotions had been excavated from his dry, middle-echelon executive's soul like the relics of a dark religion from an archaeological dig. He knew what it was to be alive.

They got that way, Garraty had noticed. Complete withdrawal from everything and everyone around them. Everything but the road. They stared at the road with a kind of horrid fascination, as if it were a tightrope thay had to walk over an endless, bottomless chasm.

aber es gab keine Razzien in den Lasterhöhlen mehr. Jedermann wusste, dass Lasterhöhlen jedem wirklich revolutionären Klima abträglich waren.

Vielleicht gab es nicht mal einen Regenbogen, geschweige denn einen Topf mit Gold.

places are the same unless your mind changes. There's no magic place to get your mind right. If you feel like shit, everything you see looks like shit. I know that.

Pero era evidente que le había dolido. Le había dolido antes, de la peor manera, al advertir que el dejaría de existir mientras el universo seguiría girando igual que siempre, intacto e insensible.

Atención -decía Bobby Thompson-. Éste es uno de los lobos que camina entre ustedes.

The apartment was haunted by the ghost of long-departed cabbage.

Peccato che non avessero niente di più preciso da esporre, come ad esempio un cartello con la scritta : RALLENTARE! PAZZO IN CORSO.

Ellos son animales, de acuerdo, pero ¿por qué crees que eso nos convierte a nosotros en seres humanos?

How many you or I have outlasted doesn't matter, I think. There comes a time when the will just runs out. Doesn't matter what I think, see?

Es gibt einen Ort in uns, wo es praktisch die ganze Zeit regnet, die Schatten immer lang und der Wald voller Ungeheuer ist.

Wenn man sich für jemanden verantwortlich fühlt, kann es sein, daß man ihn schließlich haßt.

Ich war gerade nahe daran, zu erkennen, daß man jeden durchschauen kann, wenn man einen Knüppel oder Schraubenzieher hat, der groß genug ist.

No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wings. - Garraty's thoughts on death and dying, The Long walk

We'll all be glad to see you die. No one's going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I'll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe we all will." It

The sea at the horizon was yet unchanged. It glittered blue and ageless, full of dancing points and nets of light in the late afternoon sun.

You've got a shitty habit, you know it? I've noticed it on all those TV drive-safely pitches that you do. You breathe in people's ears. You sound like a stallion in heat, Philbrick. That's a shitty habit. You also sound like you're reading off a teleprompter, even when you're not. You ought to take care of stuff like that. You might save a life.

Sie würden ihm helfen, ihn heilen. Arzneien und Ärzte. Eine Änderung der Einstellung. Dann Frieden. Seine Streitsüchtigkeit würde wie Unkraut aus ihm herausgejätet werden.

sie würden Christus persönlich überfallen, um ein Pfund Salami zu ergattern.

I thought maybe you'd wish for friends because you don't have any. We'll all be glad to see you die. No one's going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I'll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe we all will. - Garraty (to Barkovitch), The Long Walk

The deal is this. You be the hero. Come down here. Unarmed. Come inside with your hands on your head. I'll let everybody go. Then I'll blow your fucking head off. Sir. How's that for a deal? You buy it?