In The Real World As In Dreams

Fear Is A Poison Produced By The Mind, And Courage Is The Antidote Stored Always Ready In The Soul

I Have Been Reading Stephen King Since Carrie And Hope To Read Him For Many Years To Come.

Without Trust, There Can Be No Tranquil Resting Of The Mind.

There's Lots Of Law These Days, But Not Much Justice.

He Felt ... A Suspicion-no, A Conviction-than He Had Been Abandoned, Forgotten, And That No One In The Whole World Cared Or Would Ever Care Enough About Him To Really Find Out What He Was Like And What His Dreams Were. He Was An Outcast, A Creature Somehow Vastly Different From All Other People, An Object Of Scorn And Derision, An Outsider, Secretly Loathed And Ridiculed By Everyone Who Met Him, Even By Those Few Who Professed To Love Him.