Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.
Stephen KingLetโs talk, you and I. Letโs talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. Itโs night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way itโs blowing now, we lose the power. But for now itโs on, and so letโs talk very honestly about fear. Letโs talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madnessand... and perhaps over the edge.
Stephen King