Book: It. Page 2

Of course, he's happy. But you have to hide that you're happy. Your happiness can be your secret.

... when a person writes, he begins to think more... or just sharper.

Boat nose dived, swung, sometimes got water, but not drowning. The two brothers worked well: the Board has remained watertight. I don't know where he ended his voyage, and ended with Lee. He may have reached the ocean and still crisscrossing its expanse, like a magic ship out of a fairy tale. I know only one thing: he stayed on the surface and raced to the crest of the thread, when I crossed the administrative border of the city of Derry, Maine, and thus was forever gone from this story.

Some people do not teach, even their own experience.

My heart is with you, bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with you all, and I think even if we forget each other awake, you will remember in our dreams.

Perhaps, by and large, when all the horror mask dropped, there is nothing that would not be able to perceive the human mind.

Your hair -
Hot coals in winter.
I want them to burn.

They implicitly believed in the existence of the invisible world. The miracles created by the light that the dark forces were taken into account, of course, but these miracles did not stop life. In 10 years, sudden encounter with the beautiful or the terrible did not stop to eat for lunch an extra cheese-dog or two.
But everything changed the moment you grow up. You are no longer lying in bed, in full confidence that someone was fumbling in the closet or scratching at the window... but when something happened, something that has no rational explanation, the network was experiencing an overload condition, axons, and dendrites heated. You started to shake and pull, you began to bend and mangle your imagination danced hip-hop and be-BOP on your nerves. You can not afford just to integrate what happened into your life. Not built it, and that's it. Your mind returns to the meeting with him, let him as a kitten - the ball of yarn... until, with time, of course, or you're losing your mind, or get into a place where you can't operate at full capacity.

It happened imperceptibly - not at once, like a thunderclap. And maybe, Richie thought, that's what scared the most. You couldn't stop being a child instantly, with a loud explosive "boom", as he exploded these clown balloons with slogans a La "the Burma-Sheva". The child slowly came out of you like air from a punctured tire. And one day, walking up to the mirror, you've discovered that looking at you adult. You could still wear blue jeans, going to concerts, Springsteen and Seeger, dye her hair, but in the mirror you still look the adult the face. And were these changes while you were asleep, maybe, like visits to the Tooth fairy.
"No, Richie thinks. - Not the Tooth fairy. Fairies adulthood."

When love goes ahead of puberty, she may be coming up in waves, so pure and strong that no one can stand against her head, and Ben was not going to resist this feeling. Just gave him mercy. He felt a fool and felt inexplicable delight, embarrassed as ever in life, and... enjoyed. These hopeless emotions hit him in the head, nausea mixed with excitement.

He was able to beat. The bruises remained rare. And much pain she felt. Only humiliation. That's what brought the pain. And the worst pain was caused by the realization that she wanted this pain. Craved the humiliation.

... married people, no matter how busy they are and get to know each other almost everything. And even if they get bored and they stop listening, they still absorb it - osmotically.

He came to the conclusion that faith and force are interchangeable, equivalent. Was even easier the ultimate truth? That no act of faith is impossible as long as you roughly pushed him into the essence of things like a newborn baby without a parachute released from the mother's womb? When you fall, you are forced to believe in the parachute, in the existence, doesn't it? Pull the ring when you fell - that's all I can come up with.

A good conversationalist is generally in short supply, and in such a shithole where no two words could not connect, they were rarer than hen's teeth.