He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.
Stephen KingWorking with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.
Stephen KingBut sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Stephen King