...трагедия – всегда трагедия, а если копнуть до самого дна – все трагедии глупы. Будь моя воля, я бы поставил «Сон в летнюю ночь» выше «Гамлета». Любому дураку, у которого не трясутся руки и хорошие лёгкие, по силам построить карточный домик и одним дуновением разрушить его, но только гений может заставить людей смеяться.
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|201||But who knows how long a grief may last? Isn’t it possible that, even thirty or forty years after the death of a child or a brother or a sister, one may half-waken, thinking of that person with that same lost emptiness, that feeling of places which may never be filled . . . perhaps not even in death?||Stephen King. "It"|
|202||Could you be expected to behave as a thinking human being when your hand was being impaled on red-hot darning needles? Could you be expected to live in the love of your nearest and dearest when the brown, furious cloud rose out of the hole in the fabric of things (the fabric you thought was so innocent) and arrowed straight at you? Could you be held responsible for your own actions as you ran crazily about on the sloping roof seventy feet above the ground, not knowing where you were going, not remembering that your panicky, stumbling feet could lead you crashing and blundering right over the rain gutter and down to your death on the concrete seventy feet below?||Stephen King. "Shining"|
|203||Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts’ deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?||Stephen King. "The Dark Tower: The Dark Tower"|
|204||Dying is a part of living. You have to keep tuning in to that if you expected to be a whole person. And if the fact of your own death is hard to understand, at least it isn't impossible to accept.||Stephen King. "Shining"|
|205||Each marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark.||Stephen King. "Lisey's Story"|
|206||Engines. That’s something else about being a teenager. There are all these engines, and somehow you end up with the ignition keys to some of them and you start them up but you don’t know what the fuck they are or what they’re supposed to do. There are clues, but that’s all. The drug thing is like that, and the booze thing, and the sex thing, and sometimes other stuff too — a summer job that generates a new interest, a trip, a course in school. Engines. They give you the keys and some clues and they say, Start it up, see what it will do, and sometimes what it does is pull you along into a life that’s really good and fulfilling, and sometimes what it does is pull you right down the highway to hell and leave you all mangled and bleeding by the roadside.||Stephen King. "Christine"|
|207||Even people capable of living in the past don’t really know what the future holds.||Stephen King. "11/22/63"|
|208||Every time you see bright stuff, somebody turns on the rain machine. The bright stuff is never colorfast.||Stephen King. "Herman Wouk Is Still Alive "|
|209||For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don’t we all secretly know this? It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.||Stephen King. "11/22/63"|
|210||For a woman a man will do many things that he’d turn his back on in an instant when alone; things he’d back away from, nine times out of ten, even when drunk and with a bunch of his friends egging him on.||Stephen King. "The Colorado Kid"|
|211||God’s grace looks intact every time it’s not you.||Stephen King. "Herman Wouk Is Still Alive "|
|212||Have you ever had your mother wipe your tears away? About that the hack poets are right. It's one of life's great experiences, right up there with your first ball game and your first wet dream.||Stephen King. "Rage"|
|213||He more than half suspected that one of the things which had kept their marriage together when it seemed as if each year brought the news that two or three of their friends’ marriages had collapsed was their respect of the mystery – the half-grasped but never spoken idea that maybe, when you got right down to the place where the cheese binds, there was no such thing as marriage, no such thing as union, that each soul stood alone and ultimately defied rationality. That was the mystery. And no matter how well you thought you knew your partner, you occasionally ran into blank walls or fell into pits. And sometimes (rarely, thank God) you ran into a full-fledged pocket of alien strangeness, something like the clear-air turbulence that can buffet an airliner for no reason at all. An attitude or belief which you had never suspected, one so peculiar (at least to you) that it seemed nearly psychotic. And then you trod lightly, if you valued your marriage and your peace of mind; you tried to remember that anger at such a discovery was the province of fools who really believed it was possible for one mind to know another.||Stephen King. "Pet Sematary"|
|214||He's come out the other side. That was all. No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just... come out the other side.
Or you don't.
|Stephen King. "Stand, The"|
|215||Hearts were made to be broken and minds were made to be changed, that's a big praise God.||Stephen King. "Dreamcatcher"|
|216||High school kids and Republican bankers ... when you’re little you take it for granted that everything changes constantly. When you’re a grown-up, you take it for granted that things are going to change no matter how much you try to maintain the status quo (even Republican bankers know that they may not like it, but they know it). It’s only when you’re a teenager that you talk about change constantly and believe in your heart that it never really happens.||Stephen King. "Christine"|
|217||Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.||Stephen King. "11/22/63"|
|218||Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees in the street look not just indifferent but ugly . . . perhaps even malignant. Homesickness is a real sickness—the ache of the uprooted plant.||Stephen King. "Breathing Method, The"|
|219||I don't have much in the way of philosophy, either, but I know one thing: in this world, you have to pay as you go. Usually a lot. Sometimes all you have.||Stephen King. "Storm of the Century"|
|220||I have always wondered what it would be like to be caught in one of those crowds, screaming and not able to hear your own voice, your individuality momentarily wiped out and replaced with the blind empathic overslop of the crowd's lurching, angry anticipation, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with no one in particular.||Stephen King. "Rage"|
|221||I know they say that a stiff dick has no conscience, but I tell you now that some cunts have teeth...||Stephen King. "Christine"|
|222||I loved him. I really did. And once you start loving someone... I don't think you ever really get over it completely.||Stephen King. "Christine"|
|223||I told myself there was time. Of course, that’s what we always tell ourselves, isn’t it? We can’t imagine time running out, and God punishes us for what we can’t imagine.||Stephen King. "Duma Key"|
|224||I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I cain't.||Stephen King. "Green Mile, The"|
|225||If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.||Stephen King. "Christine"|
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ОНО. Лучший роман Стивена Кинга, по моему, разумеется, мнению. Я читал его два месяца (где-то здесь, пишут, что проглотили книгу за день - ХА! Ха! Юмористы), и по настоящему врос в эту историю и пустил в ней корни. Дерри - стал местом моего жительства, главные герои - отправили меня в прошлое, я вспомнил своё детство (Чёрт побери! Кинг! Вот же она - машина времени, ты её изобрёл!!!). Но всё, рано или поздно, заканчивается. 912 - страниц удовольствия - закончились, и я вынужден был отпустить их.. Отпустить всех в небытие, их всех: Билла, Ричи, Беверли, Бена, Стэнли и Майкла, Эдди и Генри, Пеннивайза и все его ужасные воплощения... Ах, как жаль, что всё когда-то заканчивается.