Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.
Stephen KingWe each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.
Stephen KingThe redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.
Stephen King