The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.
Stephen KingThese self-appointed deacons in the Church of Latter-Day American Literature seem to regard generosity (of words) with suspicion, texture with dislike, and any broad literary stroke with outright hate. The result is a strange and arid literary climate where a meaningless little fingernail paring like Nicholson Baker's Vox becomes an object of fascinated debate and dissection, and a truly ambitious American novel like Matthew's Heart of the Country is all but ignored.
Stephen KingIt's a mystery. That's the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it's mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.
Stephen KingTime apparently did nothing but blunt griefโs sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.
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