He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.
Stephen KingIn the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.
Stephen KingHe didnโt know if that was really true or not, but he discovered something which was tremendously liberating: he didnโt care. He was very tired of thinking and thinking and still not knowing. He was also tired of being frightened, like a man who has entered a cave on a lark and now begins to suspect he is lost. Stop thinking about it, then. Thatโs the solution.
Stephen King