Carrie

People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

High school isn't a very important place. When you're going you think it's a big deal, but when it's over nobody really thinks it was great unless they're beered up.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Jesus watches from the wall, But his face is cold as stone, And if he loves me As she tells me Why do I feel so all alone?

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn't care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

And then the world exploded.

But hardly anybody ever finds out that their actions really, actually, hurt other people! People don’t get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.

They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

Whenever anything happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

Mind over matter in any form is a terrific drain on the body's resources.

The over-all impression is one of a town that is waiting to die. It is not enough, these days, to say that Chamberlain will never be the same. It may be closer to the truth to say that Chamberlain will simply never again be.

Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow.

This is the girl they keep calling a monster. I want you to keep that firmly in mind. The girl who could be satisfied with a hamburger and a dime root beer after her only school dance so her momma wouldn't be worried . . .

The record changer clicked; another record dropped down. In the sudden, brief silence, she heard something within her turn over. Perhaps only her soul. It was nine-fifteen.

They are surprised that he did it, though, which shows you that the male mind expects very little in the way of altruism from it's fellows.

Sorry is the KoolAid of human emotions.

In the sudden, brief silence, she heard something within her turn over. Perhaps only her soul.

She did not know if her gift had come from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she did not care which, she was overcome with an almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

Telekinesis is the ability to move objects or to cause changes in objects by force of the mind.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but Carrie White eats shit.