Mon Top 19 de Stephen King

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❝ But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
Sadie dancing the Madison, color high in her cheeks, laughing.
Sadie telling me to lick her mouth again.
Sadie asking if I’d like to come in and have poundcake.
One man and one woman. Is that too much to ask? ❞

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❝You needn’t die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end and ka is always served.❞
(Comprend l'intégralité de la saga de La Tour Sombre, bien évidemment!)

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❝ 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. ❞

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❝ Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too ❞

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❝ I was lost in the dark, and you found me. I was hot-so hot- and you gave me ice.❞

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❝ The only way to go on is to go on. To say ‘I can do this’ even when you know you can’t.❞

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❝ There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself wherever you went. ❞

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❝ Those who can, do; those who can’t, question the decisions of those who can. ❞

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❝ You must help him, dear,” Parkus says.
“I love him,” she says, speaking very low.
“And he loves you. But what’s coming will be difficult.”
“Why must that be, Parkus? Why must life always demand so much and give so little?”
He draws her into his arms and she goes willingly, her face pressed against his chest.
In the dark behind the chamber in which Jack Sawyer sleeps, Parkus answers her question with a single word:
Ka. ❞

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❝ I was okay until she danced. I don’t know if it matters to you, but it does to me. I was okay until she danced. After that I was lost. ❞

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❝ You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you. ❞

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❝ It occurred to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go ‘round, but she was convinced it was the cries of the badly wounded and deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of its axis. ❞

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❝ I still believe alcohol is the most vulgar, dangerous drug ever invented - and it is legal. ❞

❝ love is the enemy.’ He nodded at me slowly. ‘Yes. The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile; it is always hungry. ❞

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❝ I don’t believe in coincidences, only chains of event which grow longer and ever more fragile until either bad luck or plain old human mean-heartedness breaks them. ❞

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❝ ….because love doesn’t come out of a faucet
you can turn off and on whenever you want to ❞

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❝ He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to. ❞

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❝ In the early days at the seminary, a friend of Father Callahan’s had given him a blasphemous crewelwork sampler which had sent him into gales of horrified laughter at the time, but which seemed more true and less blasphemous as the years passed: God grant me the SERENITY to accept what I cannot change, the TENACITY to change what I may, and the GOOD LUCK not to fuck up too often.
This in Old English script with a rising sun in the background. ❞

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❝ Dreams age faster than dreamers, that is a fact of life Pete has discovered as the years pass. Yet the last ones often die surprisingly hard, screaming in low, miserable voices at the back of the brain.❞

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❝ The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book is because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end.❞