life

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

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

The world’s jut a hospice with fresh air.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

Heaven was a dim attraction compared to that of fighting – and perhaps perishing – in the service of the Lord.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

If you haven’t considered it already, consider it now: there is every possibility that some of us, or all of us, may live and triumph, only to stand trial for murder.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

It feels like a moment I’ve lived a thousand times before, as if everything is familiar, right up to the moment of my death, that it will happen again an infinite number of times, that we will meet, marry, have our children, succeed in the ways we have, fail in the ways we have, all exactly the same, always unable to change a thing. I am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when I feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, I awake.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

Books are for those without real lives, he thought. And they are no real replacement.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

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