Stephen King

"The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out."
"He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile."
"The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture."
"But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa..."
"Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe."
"In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts."
"The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single."
"Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs."
"Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals."
"Get busy living or get busy dying."
"I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!"
"He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever."