the master of my sea
At the same time he had begun to understand the great principle that moved the universe, at least that part of the universe which had to do with careers and success: you found the crazy guy who was running around inside of you, fucking up your life. You chased him into a corner and grabbed him. But you didn't kill him. Oh no. Killing was too good for the likes of that little bastard. You put a harness over his head and then started plowing. The crazy guy worked like a demon once you had him in the traces. And he supplied you with a few chucks from time to time. That was really all there was. And that was enough.

По-моему, он тут не столько про careers and success, сколько про писательское ремесло)) Хотя конечно для него это одно и то же :gigi:

*подумав* хотя конечно к карьере тоже подходит... Некий нехороший драйв, да.

@темы: Stephen King