Mr. Mercedes Quotes

“If Society is a bee-hive, then I am just another drone.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“It was U2, and I was mad to see them.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“And remember to BOLO, cowgirl.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“She loves the Langostino Lobster Bites.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“A running man is easier to spot than a hiding man.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“satisfaction brought him back.”
― Stephen King, Mr Mercedes

“Hodges gives a shrug. ‘I’m like the curious cat. You know what they say – satisfaction brought him back.”
― Stephen King, Mr Mercedes

“When you heard hoofbeats, you didn’t think zebras.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“They're wondering if I'm riding into the Kingdom of Dementia on the Alzheimer's Express”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“You knew that the women had tramp-stamps and you know this man is hung like a horse and shoots sperm more powerful than a locomotive and faster than a speeding bullet;”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“It’s hard to change your life when you’re old.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“He muses on the terrorists who brought the World Trade Center (he muses on them often). Those clowns thought they were going to paradise, where they'd live in a kind of eternal luxury hotel being serviced by gorgeous young virgins.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“Hodges considers trying a John Wayne drawl, and decides not to. The only Wayne these scuzzbags would know is L’il.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“Shirley, you pretty girly!” he cries, and she blushes all the way up to the hairline of her pimple-studded forehead. Little piggy, oink-oink-oink, Brady thinks. You’re so fat your cunt probably turns inside out when you sit down.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“Nothing. When you’re taken to the woodshed, the best thing you can do is wait out the whipping and shut up.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“He gets up and goes back down the hall. He stands outside his mother’s open door for almost four minutes, then gives up and goes inside. He gets into bed with her and his headache begins to recede almost at once. Maybe it’s the warmth. Maybe it’s the smell of her—shampoo, body lotion, booze. Probably it’s both. She turns over. Her eyes are wide in the dark. “Oh, honeyboy. Are you having one of those nights?” “Yes.” He feels the warmth of tears in his eyes. “Little Witch?” “Big Witch this time.” “Want me to help you?” She already knows the answer; it’s throbbing against her stomach. “You do so much for me,” she says tenderly. “Let me do this for you.” He closes his eyes. The smell of the booze on her breath is very strong. He doesn’t mind, although ordinarily he hates it. “Okay.” She takes care of him swiftly and expertly. It doesn’t take long. It never does. “There,” she says. “Go to sleep now, honeyboy.” He does, almost at once.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“Then Hodges says something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. “If Hartsfield’s as clever as I think he is, he won’t be anywhere near the Mingo tonight. I think your mom and sis are good to go.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes

“he knows now is that guilt isn’t the only reason people commit suicide. Sometimes you can just get bored with afternoon TV.”
― Stephen King, Mr. Mercedes