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Here are my people:
Stephen King: okay. That's awesome.
"His watch says that thirteen minutes have passed since he stepped out of the taxi, and he is still walking alone down Lucy's road. The dark has intensified, it seems, since he started out, and so, he realizes, has the pain in his head. All of a sudden there are drums beating, and his arm is hurting. There are fireworks crackling inside his eyes, whistling like kettles at the boil, screaming into the sky to explode magnificently in a dazzling burst of short lived fire. There are sirens; shrill screams in the night air. His head hurts, and his arm hurts, and suddenly he is lying on the pavement, and it is so, so cold through the thinness of his hospital gown."
Chuck Palahnuik: (he wrote Fight Club).
" I think I'm getting better, Lucy. I feel so young, so healthy. How do I look?
His hair is almost all gone and his skin is red and sore but she says he looks wonderful.
Good enough to get a pretty girl to go out with me?
Of course.
How about it, then? I know a fantastic place downtown. See if you can get the night off and we'll go and have some fun. What do you say?
I can't do that, Mr. Simpson, I-
It's David, godammit! He shouts, and swings his legs over to the side. He pulls the covers to the side, and his gown slips up to show a sickly length of thigh.
I'm better now, Lucy, I promise. You can leave your husband and we can go out to dinner. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
Lucy calls out for help."
Also J.D. Salinger (yeugh), Margaret Atwood (unlikely) and (using a piece of my last blog post) Stephen King again.
It's probably inaccurate, but awesome all the same :D
