Quotes from Stephen King, Bag of Bones

Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that's different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that's slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.

A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

Things conceived by minds and made by hands can never be quite the same, even if they try their best to be identical, because they're never the same from day to day or even moment to moment.

Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

Sometimes things work just because you think they work. It's as good a definition of faith as any.