The new wears off everything, and it usually doesn’t take long.
Dumb. But stupidity is one of two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.
In this universe there might grow roses which sing.
The stories we hear in childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.
He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands
Then, instead of telling her that where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything else that had just lately fallen out of the dog’s ass, she simply held her. Because sometimes only holding was best. That was one of the things she had taught that man whose last name she had taken for her own–that sometimes it was best to be quiet; sometimes it was best to just shut your everlasting mouth and hang on, hang on, hang on.
Might as well spit in the ocean
Get busy living, or get busy dying
For the first time in his life, Roland found himself hating his own childhood. He wished for the size and calluses and sureness of age.
Who gets to be best-liked in any community? Who is the most trusted? Why, the man who does the dirty job, of course, and does it with a smile. The man who does the job you couldn’t bring yourself to do.