Book: It. Page 3

Be guided by intuition is to pick up the rhythm and dance to it. Adults to use intuition hard, and this is the main reason, to convince me that this is what we should do. In the end, children in the behavior eighty percent are based on intuition, anyway, until about fourteen years old.

All wrong. But it's not an exam. You just get this stage, doing everything in your power.

Yeah, I heard it's a lie. Something the doctor said when she opened the sterilizer, and the nose hit the sharp frightening smell of alcohol. The smell of shots and the smell of lies, and everything comes down to one thing: when they say it won't hurt like the bite of a mosquito, does it mean that pain will want to howl.

Place <...> determines the importance of news, no less than that in this place happened. But because the title on the death of twelve people during an earthquake in Los Angeles gaining a large font, what about the murder of three thousand in some godforsaken country in the middle East.

Anger is not the best of feelings, but still better than the shock, better than the overwhelming fear.

... "Ben, in the world are starving so many kids that you should be ashamed of their weight". He paused and drank water. But she remembered starving children and in those cases, I left something in the plate.

As we got older. We could not imagine that this can happen anyway, then, in any case, with us. But it happened, and if I cross the threshold, the secret will become clear: we are all adults.

He smiled, and the smile lit up his face. In it bill saw the boy, who was known twenty-seven years ago. As the old wooden city hospital faded under the pressure of modern glass and concrete, and the boy knew bill, disguised the inevitable accessories of age. Forehead wrinkles, wrinkles from the corners of the mouth, the gray hair at his temples. But the old hospital, though left in the shadow, still remained in place, and therefore will not go away and friend bill boy.

... he definitely knew that God puts carpet under a man like him, only to pull out from under his feet.

There was a pause, but not awkward. During this pause, all three became friends.

Guys like Henry and his buddies - a natural hazard in the children's world is akin to a flood, tornado or kidney stones.

"He would get hurt, she thought, returning to the weeding. - The bike is too big for him". But it is not concerned.

... and Ben ate it all, but somewhere and hated myself for it (but never the mother, because she brought him a plate; Ben Hanscom would not have dared to hate his mother; the Lord, of course, would have killed him on the spot, if he for one second felt it cruel, ungrateful sense).

... Secondly, these men, gay or not, somewhere possessed the secret of peaceful communication with each other, but it was not given to their heterosexual counterparts.