"It's not my fault that the grey of everyone else's stories makes my color stand out."- The Book of Polly, Kathy Hepinstall 
Book Quotes: King And Beyond.
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"Did I introduce myself? The name is Flagg, with the double g. Pleased to meet you."
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
- Fredrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
The mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
- George R.R. Martin, Game of Thrones
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering..
- Anne Rice, Pandora
- Fredrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
The mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
- George R.R. Martin, Game of Thrones
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering..
- Anne Rice, Pandora
"I think of us standing in the water, hands clasped, making that promise to come back if it ever started again- standing there almost like Druids in a ring, our hands bleeding their own promise, palm to palm."
-IT, Stephen King
-IT, Stephen King
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you both," Ben said. It came out sounding prissy and a little lame. A silence fell amid the three of them. It was not an entirely uncomfortable silence. In it they became friends.
~IT, Stephen King
~IT, Stephen King
"While she held supper for Dabney, late now at some bridesmaid's party, Ellen had walked out in the yard to feel the cool. It was first-dark, and the thrushes were singing tirelessly from the trees. She had walked through the yard where the children were playing and Vi'let was gathering in the curtains, past the flower beds, down toward the bayou. The evening was hot; it was the fragrance of the lemon lilies that was cool, like the breath from a mountain well."
-Delta Wedding, Eudora Welty
-Delta Wedding, Eudora Welty
“It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary
"Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't."
Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis
Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis
"Livin' is like pourin' water out of a tumbler into a dang Coca-Cola bottle. If'n you skeered you cain't do it, you cain't. If'n you say to yoreself, 'By dang, I can do it!' then, by dang, you won't slosh a drop."
-Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree
-Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree
"Unfortunately, Aunt Carrie decided early the morning of the funeral that Mary Toy's fiery red hair looked 'inappropriate' for such a sad occasion. Her solution was to dye it black. 'Just for today, sugarfoot,' she said when my sister had a conniption fit. 'We'll rinse it out tomorrow.' By time Momma heard about it, it was too late to argue. And anyhow, who could argue with Aunt Carrie?
"One summer she held weekly 'cultural gatherings' for children. You had to recite a poem to get in. She gave us lectures on women's suffrage, Shakespeare, Beethoven, English history, and horticulture, and always had two freezers of homemade ice cream, which was why we all went. Her last lecture was on what she called 'human excrement'. Taking a rose out of her hair, she said it wouldn't be nearly so lovely if it weren't for human excrement, and told us children to go home and get our folks to empty our slop jars into our manure piles. Nobody let their children go to Aunt Carrie's gatherings after that, but she kept letting everybody know what happened to the excrement at her house. Aunt Carrie was stubborn.
"Which was why nobody thought to argue with her when she decided to dye Mary Toy's hair black for Granny's funeral.
"Halfway through the service Mary Toy got to sweating. Trickles of black liquid started running down her face. Seeing it, the preacher could hardly keep his mind on how good Granny had been or how it was God's will and all. Mama kept glancing at Mary Toy and finally dabbed at her face with a lace handkerchief.
"About then, Mary Toy noticed the black that was smearing off her hair onto her sweaty arms. Thinking it was black blood she went to wailing. People in the pew behind the family said later they thought she was just missing her granny, pore child."
"One summer she held weekly 'cultural gatherings' for children. You had to recite a poem to get in. She gave us lectures on women's suffrage, Shakespeare, Beethoven, English history, and horticulture, and always had two freezers of homemade ice cream, which was why we all went. Her last lecture was on what she called 'human excrement'. Taking a rose out of her hair, she said it wouldn't be nearly so lovely if it weren't for human excrement, and told us children to go home and get our folks to empty our slop jars into our manure piles. Nobody let their children go to Aunt Carrie's gatherings after that, but she kept letting everybody know what happened to the excrement at her house. Aunt Carrie was stubborn.
"Which was why nobody thought to argue with her when she decided to dye Mary Toy's hair black for Granny's funeral.
"Halfway through the service Mary Toy got to sweating. Trickles of black liquid started running down her face. Seeing it, the preacher could hardly keep his mind on how good Granny had been or how it was God's will and all. Mama kept glancing at Mary Toy and finally dabbed at her face with a lace handkerchief.
"About then, Mary Toy noticed the black that was smearing off her hair onto her sweaty arms. Thinking it was black blood she went to wailing. People in the pew behind the family said later they thought she was just missing her granny, pore child."
-Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree
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The ghost of Hamlet's father appears to Hamlet early in the play and speaks these words:
"I am thy father's spirit,
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night
And for the day confined to fast in fires
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood."
It still scares the crap out of me. Who or what forbade him to tell of the "eternal blazon" horrors of his "prison house"?
"I am thy father's spirit,
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night
And for the day confined to fast in fires
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood."
It still scares the crap out of me. Who or what forbade him to tell of the "eternal blazon" horrors of his "prison house"?
"...but Call still liked to get out at night, sniff the breeze and let the country talk. The country talked quiet; one human voice could drown it out."
-Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
-Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
"Po, you're a jolly fellow, how come you sing about death?" Soupy asked. Po had a little rattle, made from a gourd, and he shook it when he sang. The rattle, plus his low throaty voice, made a curious effect.
The sound could make the hairs stand upon Pea Eye's neck. "That's right, Po. You do sing sad, for a happy man," Pea Eye observed once, as the old man shook his gourd.
"I don't sing about myself," Campo said. "I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me."
"Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?" Pea asked.
"They belong to those who hear them," Po said.
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
The sound could make the hairs stand upon Pea Eye's neck. "That's right, Po. You do sing sad, for a happy man," Pea Eye observed once, as the old man shook his gourd.
"I don't sing about myself," Campo said. "I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me."
"Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?" Pea asked.
"They belong to those who hear them," Po said.
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
The Supreme art of War is to subdue the enemy, without fighting.
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
"A hurt body and mind aren't just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion."
-Stephen King, Duma Key
-Stephen King, Duma Key
Silken up the pickle fork, Captain Bluejean. We've meat extractions on the second floor and red mutton up the stairs...
Basil Kornblow, Autumn's Summer
Basil Kornblow, Autumn's Summer
Twas the winter of custom onionloaf, the winter of second hand spleens; a winter when whirly gigs stood frozen on back porch whipping posts; a winter when campfire Cumbaya can crinkle one's cribbage tournament. Such winters, it's said, come after fall...
Rollo Pebsecot, Spider Milk
Rollo Pebsecot, Spider Milk
"Sometimes it's easier to confide the most intimate things to a stranger- Patrick himself had done it."
-John Irving, The Fourth Hand
-John Irving, The Fourth Hand
Too many good quotes to pick from in Larry mcmurtry's lonesome dove series, but lonesome dove in particular. I love king, but lonesome dove will always remain my favorite book! Chock full of quotable quotes!
