There's one novel, Cujo, that I barely remember writing at all.

Rationalism is the idea that we can ever understand anything about the state of being. It's a deathtrip. It always has been. . . . And if rationalism is a deathtrip, then irrationalism might very well be a lifetrip . . . at least until it proves otherwise.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

Writing is like a little hole in reality that you can go through and you can get out and you can be someplace else for a while.

The truth is in the details.