It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.

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.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.