Stephen King

The girls were bombarding her with tampons and sanitary napkins.

...am returning my contract to you at this time. I feel that I would kill myself before ever teaching again. Late at night I keep thinking: if I had only reached to that girl, if only, if only...

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.

It was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.

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?

Boys. Yes, boys come next. After the blood the boys come. Like sniffing dogs, grinning and slobbering, trying to find out where that smell is. That...smell!

Did any of you stop to think that Carrie White has feelings? Do any of you ever stop to think? Sue? Fern? Helen? Jessica? Any of you? You think she's ugly. Well, you're all ugly.

"Red", Momma murmured. "I might have known it would be red".

Let them burn, then. Let the streets be filled with the smell of their sacrifice. Let this place be called racca, ichabod, wormwood.

The concept, linked irrevocably in her mind with the "sin" of intercourse, had been blocked entirely from her mind. She may simply have refused to believe that such a thing could happen to her.

She hardly would have admitted the pleasure the act gave her, and she certainly would have denied that she regarded Carrie as a fat, whiny bag of lard.