11/22/63, a novel by stephen king, sentence starters.
life turns on a dime. sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?
a person who doesn’t learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.
when all else fails, give up and go to the library.
sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor. i’m no different.
the multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
the devil’s voice is sweet.
sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story’s just a story.
humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
in 1958, there’s always smoke.
we never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.
i’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
i’m crazy. crazy and having a terribly involved hallucination in a mental hospital somewhere. perhaps some doctor will write me up for a psychiatric journal.
hearts don’t really break. if only they could.
yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?
why the fuck would you do that?
stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. the other is missed chances.
when you hide the truth from someone, you deny them their dignity.
we have been given pain to be astounded by joy.
we have been given life to deny death.
we did not ask for this room or this music. but because we are here, let us dance.
if there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples.
i’ll love your face no matter what it looks like. because it’s yours.
i know life is hard, i think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? why does it have to bite?
i was no longer walking around the house of cards; i was living in it.
like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn’t it?
explanations are such cheap poetry.
on the subject of love at first sight, i’m with the Beatles: i believe that it happens all the time.
when you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.
things do happen for a reason, but do we like the reason? rarely.
for most of us, i think it’s easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.
sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
life’s simplest answers are often the easiest to overlook.
do i know what people say? sure.
i know your mother lives in your head – almost everyone’s mother does, i guess – but you can’t let her have her way on this one.
don’t look back, never look back.
life is too sweet to give up without a fight, don’t you think?
