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I'm not laughing at you guys, King said. It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.

That life was richer,' a voice deep in his mind whispered. 'This one is truer,' whispered another, even deeper.

You got style, you got class, you got the lips to kiss my ass.

What it comes down to, Red, is some people refuse to get their hands dirty at all. That's called sainthood, and the pigeons land on your shoulders and crap all over your shirt.

What a paragon of virtue you are, gunslinger! the man in black laughed.

Is so-and-so a bigger asshole than Truman?" Few could compare—in fact, so far, officially, there was only Donald Trump and cannibals.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.

Well, you know what they say, Jamie: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Do you happen to have another Condom? I think I've discovered the cure for headaches.

Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too.

If you find a footnote, " a library-science prof once told a class of which I was a part, "step on its head and kill it before it can breed.

Reverend was right about one thing: people always want a reason for the bad things in life. Sometimes there ain't one.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

When you need Stayfree MaxiPads to absorb the expectorants produced by your insulted body, you are in serious fucking trouble.

Clay said, If they have flashlights like us, we can almost assume- We can't assume anything, [Alice] said restlessly, querulously. My father says assume makes an ass out of you and me. Get it, u and- I get it, Clay said.

Once you eliminate the natural, whatever remains must be supernatural?

Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.' – AC/DC

The lawn of Placerville High School is a very good one. It does not fuck around.

losers so dumb that they mistook wrapping themselves in the chains of addiction as an act of rebellion.

At Hartford or New Haven or one of those other places where no one in their right fucking mind would want to live.

Hey, Trash, what did old lady Semple say when you torched her pension check?

The devil was unpredictable. He had been an angel once.

What's flattery?" "Flattery," Wendy told him, "is when your daddy says he likes my new yellow slacks even if he doesn't or when he says I don't need to take off five pounds." "Oh. Is it lying for fun?" "Something very like that." He had been looking at her closely and now said: "You're pretty, Mommy." He frowned in confusion when they exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.