Matt Ludlow

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow in the morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. —T. S. ELIOT  “The Waste Land”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Buck fever has saved many a buck’s life and can strike both experienced and new hunters.”
― Dan Branagan, So You Want To Hunt The West For Mule Deer: Now What

“I do not aim with my hand; she who aims with her hand has forgotten the face of her father. “ ‘I aim with my eye.’ ” “Good.” “ ‘I do not shoot with my hand; she who shoots with her hand has forgotten the face of her father. “ ‘I shoot with my mind.’ ” “So it has ever been, Susannah Dean.” “ ‘I do not kill with my gun; she who kills with her gun has forgotten the face of her father. “ ‘I kill with my heart.’ ” “Then KILL them, for your father’s sake!” Roland shouted. “KILL THEM ALL!”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“The mono comes to a stop in a version of Topeka, Kansas, which has been emptied by a disease called “superflu.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla