Book: The green mile. Page 1

A mouth can cause a lot more trouble for a person than his faucet.

The purpose of the execution is to show that the nightmare is over.

He smiled at me. And he disliked me. Maybe he even hated it. But for what? I don't know. Sometimes reasons are not required. And it's frightening.

Held the first morning of the first day, then the first shift. Time includes all time past carries farther, and finally there remains only darkness. Darkness. Sometimes we have someone to find in the dark, sometimes again lose. That's all I know, and it happened in 1932, when the prison is administered by the state, was occupied in Cold mountain.
And the electric chair too, of course.

Perhaps this was the greatest tragedy: Old Sparky never burned what was sitting inside of them, and now the injections don't send that thing in a deep sleep. It goes to possess someone else, allowing us to kill the shell, which by and large and so not alive.

Farmers, not hunters, as I said, they knew only one thing: they drove away the beast and not man.

We have worked side by side five years. Enough time for two men to get used to each other, if they have a special job: to take away people's lives, giving instead of death.

Only in the end bad things happen to each of us, isn't it?

I ate the eggs, drank the juice, and toast left for later. Picked up a pen and began to write, according to my calculations, the last time.
I had one last mile.
The green mile.

Something happened to them: because they acted georgiabalsa time. It's here as a weak acid solution that corrodes first memory and then the desire to live.

Good never goes unpunished.

Someday I will die. I am sure, I have no illusions about immortality. But I want to die long before death will come to me...<...> Each of us must die. There are no exceptions. But, God... Sometimes the Green Mile seems so long...

Why do people kill each other? Gas. Electricity. A kind of madness. Horror.

Romance does not die and for those over eighty...