I write to find out what I think.

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.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

Waiting rooms were made for books-of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone's favorite, the john.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

His mother called such people ignorant and superstitious, but his father only shook his head slowly and puffed his pipe and said that sometimes old stories had a grain or two of truth in them and it was best not to take chances. It was why, he said, he crossed himself whenever a black cat crossed his path.

...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.