Pray for rain while digging a well.

He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes. - Doctor Sleep

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

The monster nevers dies.

If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn't bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.