I understand that each one of us works at a different speed, and has a slightly different process. I understand that these writers are painstaking, wanting each sentence-each word-to carry weight... I know itโs not laziness, but respect for the work, and I understand from my own work that haste makes waste. But I also understand that life is short, and that in the end, none of us is prolific. The creative spark dims, and then death puts it out. William Shakespeare, for instance, hasnโt produced a new play for 400 years. That, my friends, is a long dry spell.
Stephen KingAnd all that weirdness isn't just going on outside. It's in you too, right now, growing in the dark like magic mushrooms. Call it the Thing in the Cellar. Call it the Blow Lunch Factor. Call it the Loony Tunes File. I think of it as my private dinosaur, huge, slimy, and mindless, stumbling around in the stinking swamp of my subconscious, never finding a tar pit big enough to hold it.
Stephen KingI like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.
Stephen KingShe didn't see him at first. She was watching the dancers. Her color was high, and there were deep dimples at the corners of her mouth. She looked nine miles out of place, but he had never loved her more. This was Willa on the edge of a smile.
Stephen KingThere was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasyโโanyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.
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