sometimes an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend

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.

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.

All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day -- I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they are precious.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.