What’s feeding in Derry? What’s feeding on Derry?
It occurred to him that he didn’t care much for these hedge animals. It had always seemed slightly perverted to him to clip and torture a plain old hedge into something that it wasn’t. Along one of the highways in Vermont there had been a hedge billboard on a high slope overlooking the road, advertising some kind of ice cream. Making nature peddle ice cream, that was just wrong. It was grotesque.
There was a lot of talk about old days and old times, the kind of chatter that’s fabulously interesting to those who were there and stupendously boring to those who weren’t.
Just don’t expect to get what you want unless we decide its what you need – this isn’t a hotel... This is a quiet place... You won’t work; mostly you’ll just sit. Give you a chance to think things over.
There was a muffled pop, the sound of a small pumpkin exploding in a microwave oven.
That’s super. I like you, Lloyd. You were always the best of them. Best damned barkeep between Barre and Portland, Maine. Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Old trees want to hurt you. It doesn’t matter if you’re snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, or just taking a walk in the woods. Old trees want to hurt you, and I think they’d kill you if they could.
In a place that promised alchemy but dealt more in perfume than potion, was it any wonder that wonder had run out?
Nor was that strange; everyone knows that, for such an unforgiving thing, time is uniquely malleable.
There was a big old St. Bernard went rabid downstate a couple of years ago and killed four people.
Consider this only pointless ritual if it eases you and cools you to do so. Like church.
Books can be objects of great value. That value is created in different ways. Sometimes just the author’s signature is enough to do it. Sometimes – as in this case – it’s a misprint. Sometimes it’s a first print-run – a first edition – that’s extremely small.
Probably not true, but remember this: someone really did design the Titanic and then label it unsinkable. For.
For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness?
On the subject of Carrie White, we’re all relatively uninformed.
My own favorite Bierce bon mot: “War is God’s way of teaching Americans geography.
The devil can quote scripture.
Off to California in that tired old VW with the disintegrating fuel pump like a family of dustbowl Okies?
Those aren’t doors, and they’re not opening. Those are crypts, Richie. They’re cracking open and the vampires you thought were dead are all flying out again.
And when It woke It would call them back, yes, back, because fear was fertile, its child was rage, and rage cried for revenge.