What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?
Stephen KingThe low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.
Stephen KingBut in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.
Stephen King