Everyone Loves Something For Nothing...even If It

There's No Harm In Hoping For The Best As Long As You're Prepared For The Worst.

Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To Grow And Reflect Upon Itself.

Ninety-eight Percent Of What Goes On In People's Heads Is None Of Their Smucking Business.

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.

He Looked To Her Like An Absurd Twentieth-century Hamlet, An Indecisive Figure So Mesmerized By Onrushing Tragedy That He Was Helpless To Divert Its Course Or Alter It In Any Way.