Tim Taylor

“Up ahead, a large creature that looked like a badger crossed with a raccoon ambled out of the woods. It looked at them with its large, gold-rimmed eyes, twitched its sharp, whiskery snout as if to say Huh! Big deal!, then strolled the rest of the way across the road and disappeared again. Before it did, Eddie noted its tail—long and closely coiled, it looked like a fur-covered bedspring. “What was that, Roland?” “A billy-bumbler.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“You will live a long life—” “How long?” Again she feels that mixture of greed and reluctance. “That I will not tell you, only that you will die surrounded by friends, in a pretty nightgown with blue flowers on the hem. There will be sun shining in your window, and before you pass you will look out and see a squadron of birds flying south. A final image of the world’s beauty. There will be a little pain. Not much.”
― Stephen King, Gwendy's Button Box

“Eddie nodded. “I’ll never stop now. Might not stop even if I die.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“Speaking of whores,” Max said with a twinkle, “where’s all those convict women I saw on television? Whoo-eee, some of them were mighty fine. Damn sight better looking than my chickens and pigs.”
― Arthur C. Clarke, The Garden of Rama