Jerusalem's.lot Quotes

There’s a town in Maine, Jerusalem’s Lot, and you could ask the people who lived there about the men in the black cars.

Yes. Cumberland General. I know where it is. Just above Jerusalem’s Lot. Okay. All right. Daddy

You may have an occasion to be traveling in southern Maine yourself one of these days. Pretty part of the countryside. You may even stop by Tookey's Bar for a drink. Nice place. They kept the name just the same. So have your drink, and then my advice to you is to keep right on moving north. Whatever you do, don't go up that road to Jerusalem's Lot. Especially not after dark. There's a little girl somewhere out there. And I think she's still waiting for her good-night kiss.

No one pronounced Jerusalems Lot dead on the morning of October 6; no one knew it was. Like the bodies of previous days it retained every semblace of life

The True’s towns, with colorful names like Dry Bend, Jerusalem’s Lot, Oree, and Sidewinder, were safe havens, but they never stayed in those places for long; mostly they were migratory.

İçinde çirkin sahneler olmayan hiçlik güzeldir.

Neyin doğru olduğunu bilirsen özgür olursun.

Ona göre dünyada çok kötü insanlar bulunuyor, tam anlamıyla kötü insanlar. Bazen bunlar hakkında bir şeyler duyarız, ama çoğu zaman onlar işlerini karanlıkta görürler.

Küçük kasabalarda çok az iyilik vardır. Çoğunlukla, içine biraz kötülük serpiştirilmiş kayıtsızlık vardır; bazen kasıtlı kötülük de olur.

Jerusalem’s Lot, she thought randomly, what an odd name. Not a pleasant name, for some reason . . . Come and sleep in Jerusalem. But

Creo...que hay lugares espiritualmente aviesos, edificios donde la leche del cosmos se ha puesto agria y rancia.

Замеряха ме с камъни!замеряха ме с камъни като бясно куче!Чудовища, зверове!Тези, които наричат себе си хора!Ние двамата сме затворници в Чепълуейт... Козодоите прииждат на ята и кръжат над къщата.

What is mystifying about these found people is their unanimous unwillingness—or inability—to talk about Jerusalem’s Lot and what, if anything, might have happened there. Parkins Gillespie simply looked at this reporter, lit a cigarette, and said, “I just decided to leave.

Para los niños ha llegado el momento de acostarse. Es hora de que los bebes sean arropados en sus cunitas, mientras los padres sonríen ante las protestas con que piden que los dejen levantados un rato más, que les dejen la luz encendida. Bondadosamente, abren las puertas de los roperos para que vean que no hay nada escondido allí dentro. En torno de todos ellos, la bestialidad de la noche alza el vuelo con sus alas tenebrosas. Ha llegado la hora de los vampiros.

And Father Callahan—have they persuaded you to come? I thought so. I have observed you at some length since I arrived in Jerusalem’s Lot…much as a good chess player will study the games of his opposition, am I correct? The Catholic Church is not the oldest of my opponents, though! I was old when it was young, when its members hid in the catacombs of Rome and painted fishes on their chests so they could tell one from another. I was strong when this simpering club of bread-eaters and wine-drinkers who venerate the sheep-savior was weak. My rites were old when the rites of your church were unconceived. Yet I do not underestimate. I am wise in the ways of goodness as well as those of evil. I am not jaded.

Jerusalem’s Lot is a shunned town.