A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

The first thing was to get down to Addie Richardson's henhouse, and that was a goodish way, four or five miles. She found herself wondering if the Lord was going to send her an eagle to fly her those four miles, or send Elijah in his fiery chariot to give her a lift. Blasphemy," she told herself complacently. "The Lord provides strength, not taxicabs.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.