Under the Dome

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

Murder is like potato chips: you can't stop with just one.

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases-not all, but most-you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead,

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Never give a good politician time to pray.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times...because there's no place like Dome.

WHEN THE POWER OF LOVE IS STRONGER THAN THE LOVE OF POWER, THE WORLD WILL KNOW PEACE—JIMI HENDRIX.

He who hesitates is usually fucked!

She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.

I guess a sock is also a geometric shape—technically—but I don't know what you'd call it. A socktagon?

Sorrow for a wrong was better than nothing...but no amount of after-the-fact sorrow could ever atone for joy taken in destruction...

Women buy stuff at sales for the same reason men climb mountains—because they’re there.

Wear it home, it'll look like a dress.

There's no room for anything but joy and fear, and joy ruled the house. Fear lived in the shack out back!

The dead do not see, unless they look from a brighter place than this darkling plain where ignorant armies clash by night.

Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners. The dead were all around, but living people saw them no more than they could smell most of the ten thousand aromas that surrounded them every minute of every day.

Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners.

Three heavy blows boxed him low in the back. He saw a splash of red hit the door and had time to think, 'We should have remembered the body armor.' Then he crumpled, still holding onto the knob with one hand as the world rushed away from him. Everything he was and everything he'd ever known diminished to a single burning-bright point of light. Then it went out. His hand slipped off the knob. He died on his knees, leaning against the door.

Hello, Not-There,” Piper said. Not-There was her private name for God just lately. Earlier in the fall it had been The Great Maybe. During the summer, it had been The Omnipotent Could-Be.

Your bullshit quotient is higher than my husband

When dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Big Jim - "Take a good look, pal - this is what incompetency, false hope, and too much informations gets you. They're just unhappy and disappointed now, but when they get over that, they'll be mad. We're gonna need more police.

If you don’t control your temper, your temper will control you.