Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

He felt more crypts cracking open inside of him; the stench he smelled was not decayed bodies but decayed memories, and that was somehow worse.

His dad lost his marbles last night. They took him away.""Yeah? Just for losing some marbles?

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

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

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

I can bear to tell you no more— only that they comforted each other aswell as they could, and, as you probably know from your own bitterexperience, that is never quite good enough.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.