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.
Successful rebellions always begin in secret.
I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.
Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.
... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.
They were nice enough people and all, but there wasn't much love in them. Because they were too busy being afraid. Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.