The Stand

The father of sin was theft; every one of the Ten Commandments boiled down to “Thou shalt not steal.” Murder was the theft of a life, adultery the theft of a wife, covetousness the secret, slinking theft that took place in the cave of the heart.

It’s a mistake to become too predictable.

you listen to me because you’re not worth telling twice. There’s always a party waiting to happen. Out here the only two constants are the constant bullshitting and the constant party.

I flunked all my maths

There are all sorts of dream interpretations, Freudʼs being the most
notorious, but I have always believed they served a simple eliminatory function, and not
much more—that dreams are the psycheʼs way of taking a good dump every now and
then. And that people who donʼt dream—or donʼt dream in a way they can often
remember when they wake up—are mentally constipated in some way. After all, the only
practical compensation for having a nightmare is waking up and realizing it was all just a
dream.”

lived together for fourteen months, all of it fine until the last six weeks or so, when Yvonne got to be kind of a bitch

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil

It was Bill Hapscomb’s station, so the others deferred to him even though he was a pure fool.

A person don’t hardly feel right unless he’s lookin forward, you ever notice that?

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.

Or you don’t.