He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.

I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is unsettling.

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.