Letโs 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 KingRage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.
Stephen King