Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.
Stephen KingHow many times, over how many years, had heโa grown manโasked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.
Stephen KingI think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.
Stephen King