A person who doesn't learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

You see something, then it clicks with something else, and it will make a story. But you never know when it's going to happen.

Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end... and knowing there’s so much worth saving.

stop now before i kill you a word to the wise from your friend PENNYWISE