Mouth Quotes - page 57
We're not really the authors of our work: we're channels, tuning into another frequency, another dimension, and bringing that information down into the physical world, where - using the tools, the talents and perspectives that are uniquely ours - we transcribe and embellish that information, transforming it into that wonderful creature called a Story.
In the end, it doesn't matter whether the transmission is instant or unfolds slowly, it's the opening up that's so magical. That moment of realizing that you're connected to something so much bigger than yourself. I remember, years ago, when I was just beginning work on Moonshadow, standing in the shower - mouth open, eyes glazed, still as a statue - watching the ending of the series play out on the movie screen of my psyche. Make no mistake: I didn't create the scene, I just witnessed and transcribed it.
J. M. DeMatteis
Nick went outside. Mike was standing on the curb, his hand on a parking meter, looking at the empty street. "My God," he whispered, and turned his stunned face to look at Nick. "All this? All this?" Nick nodded, his hand still on the gunbutt. Mike started to say something, and it turned into a coughing spasm. He covered his mouth, then wiped his lips. "I'm getting the Christ out of here," he said. "You're wise, you'll do the same thing, mutie. This is like the black death, or somethin." Nick shrugged, and Mike started down the sidewalk. He moved faster and faster until he was nearly running. Nick watched him until he was out of sight, and then went back inside. He never saw Mike again.
Stephen King