A silence fell amid the three of them. It was not an entirely uncomfortable silence. In it they became friends.

He will be with his friends, and that always feels like coming home.

George, I’m sorry!” he cried through his tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I’m suh-suh-SORRY—” And then they were around him, his friends, and no one lit a match, and someone held him, he didn’t know who, Beverly maybe, or maybe Ben, or Richie. They were with him, and for that little while the darkness was kind.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want,need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart .

And as I thought about the body of Ray Brower in this light- or lack of it- what I felt was not queasiness or fear that he would suddenly appear before us, a green and gibbering banshee whose purpose was to drive us back the way we had come before we could disturb his- its- peace,but a sudden and unexpected wash of pity that he should be so alone and so defenceless in the dark that was now coming over our side of the world.

It's as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, "Here you are. Try not to lose it." But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are too stupid to do it, maybe i ought to.

…. Beverly caught sight of something which she never spoke of but never forgot. For just a moment she saw their reflections in the glass- only there were six, not four, because Eddie was behind Richie and Stan was behind Bill, that little half-smile on his face.

Are you calling her our enemy?" "No! It would be easier if she was.

The most important things are the hardest things to say, because words diminish them...