Stephen King - The Stand (1978)

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I think you're a taker. You've always been one. It's like God left some part of you out when He built you inside of me.

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There are a great many ways to commit suicide you know.

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Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

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He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.

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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.

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In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

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

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You couldn't get hold of the things you'd done and turn them right again. Such a power might be given to the gods, but it was not given to women and men, and that was probably a good thing. Had it been otherwise, people would probably die of old age still trying to rewrite their teens.

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He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

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There are all sorts of dream interpretations, Freud's being the most notorious, but I have always believed they served a simple eliminatory function, and not much more - that dreams are the psyche's way of taking a good dump every now and then.

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There's always a choice. That's God's way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There's no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

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Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

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Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

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