Life Isn't Always A Butcher's

Semi-facetiously, When People Ask Me Why I Write These Kinds Of Stories, I Simply Say That I Was Warped As A Child. And, There Is Some Truth To That.

The Only Religions I Don't Like Are The Ones That Insist Their God Is Bigger Than Your God.

Pride, That Invisible Bone That Keeps The Neck Stiff.

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.

A Marriage Was Like A House Under Constant Construction, Each Year Seeing The Completion Of New Rooms. A First-year Marriage Was A Cottage; One That Had Gone On For Twenty-seven Years Was A Huge And Rambling Mansion. There Were Bound To Be Crannies And Storage Spaces, Most Of Them Dusty And Abandoned, Some Containing A Few Unpleasant Relics You Would Just As Soon You Hadn't Found. But That Was No Biggie. You Either Threw Those Relics Out Or Took Them To Goodwill.