I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend

I started after him...and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was." "Who was it, Don?" Harold Gardner asked softly. "It was Derry," Don Hagarty said. "It was this town.

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead