Stephen King - Dead Quotes

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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?

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You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

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All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...

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This is nine! Nine! This is nine! Nine! This is ten! Ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six! Six! … Eighteen! This is now eighteen! Take cover when the siren sounds! This is four! Four! … Five! This is five! Ignore the siren! Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room! Eight! This is eight!

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I don't want Church to be like all those dead pets! I don't want Church to ever be dead! He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have His own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!

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They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

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Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

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On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.

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Three-thirty in the morning... To Ray Garraty it seemed the longest minute of the longest night of his entire life. It was low tide, dead ebb, the time when the sea washes back, leaving slick mudflats covered with straggled weed, rusty beer cans, rotted prophylactics, broken bottles, smashed buoys, and green-mossed skeletons in tattered bathing trunks. It was dead ebb.

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The event that came to be known as The Pulse began at 3:03 p. m., eastern standard time, on the afternoon of October 1, 1999. The term was a misnomer, of course, but within ten hours of the event, most of the scientists capable of pointing this out were either dead or insane. The name hardly mattered, in any case. What mattered was the effect.

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Maybe I did it because kids need to know that sometimes dead is better.

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Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

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The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

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Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

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Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust...

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They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

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Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

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