Life

Like flowers blooming through cement,we, too, can grow beyond our cracks.

Writers really don't retire, you know. They have to be taken out and shot.

He straightened, assuming an odd attitude of dignity – as though it were another mask.

It was only later, replaying the scene in her mind again and again, that she began to believe it was the expression of a man who was methodically unplugging himself from reality, one cord at a time. The face of a man who was heading out of the blue and into the black.

If there is such a thing as depression and despair, I experienced it during the months leading-up to and following the divorce. Insomnia, constant and uncontrollable thoughts and a deep sense of loss were among the conditions of my life. Was I depressed? Yes, I was very much so and, what’s worse, was determined to do nothing immediately for it.

I'm Chinese-American, of course, and so it's very interesting to see China actually launch their own astronauts, becoming the third nation, following the United States and Russia, to do so.

You must make the Journey along the road, nobody is able to do it for you!

Life is a sweet sour adventure. When you want to go it becomes sweet, when you remain, it becomes sour.

Come on, this is a real adventure I have here, screamed Mikolay again, this time more impatiently.I think someone is singing inside the wardrobe. Can you hear that?

What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?

His words were coated with glorious boredom.

Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.

A man really writes for an audience of about ten persons. Of course if others like it that is clear gain. But if those ten are satisfied he is content.

Stephen King consummately honors several traditions with his rare paperback original, 'Joyland.' He addresses the novel of carny life and sideshows, where the midway serves as microcosm, such as in those famous books by Ray Bradbury, Charles Finney and William Lindsay Gresham.

This very act of consenting to its loss of control is itself the critical event of all crisis. To give up ones stature as the director of ones own existance: this is, for us, the ultimate death, the crisis that undermines our being in the most radical way.

The thing you let Die within when you are Alive, will be carried with your Soul after Death.

The ocean is a central image. It is the symbolism of a great journey.

It’s when you start not just following a dream, but living it that your life seems no less than a heaven.

Life is sacred story.

This man was being kept alive by those machines. Someone was trying to help him. They were just trying to help. All the horrible things we've seen are just people trying to help, aren't they? To make the work a little easier, and the world a little easier for people to live in. And it turned into a nightmare.