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“„eine müßige Diskussion darüber, wie viele Engel denn nun auf einem Stecknadelkopf tanzen können; sie wird erst dann interessant, wenn die an der Diskussion Beteiligten betrunken oder graduierte Studenten sind – zwei Zustände etwa vergleichbarer Inkompetenz.”

Quote by Stephen King

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Danse Macabre

An in-depth analysis of the horror genre, examining its origins, themes, and impact on culture. more

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Stephen King
Stephen King

Stephen King, born on September 21, 1947, is a renowned American author. His works primarily focus on horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and have won him a wide audience. King has received numerous literary awards in the United States, including the Edgar Allan Poe Award and the World Fantasy Award. more

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