- nos4a2, joe hill
- "her father walked out with the pail of sick. he came back with a glass of ice water. she drank half in three swallows. it was so cold it set off a fresh shivering fit. chris pulled the blankets up around her again, put his hand on her shoulder, waiting for the chill to pass. he didn't move. he didn't talk. it was calming just to have him there, to share in his easy, self-assured silence, and in almost no time at all she felt herself sliding down into sleep." (p. 33)
- "'hey,' he said. 'hey. i won't let anything bad happen to you. you're all right now. i've got your back.'" (p. 181)
- "she loved wayne too much to press the pedal to the floor and go flying into the darkness. she'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe. when wayne fell asleep, his hot cheek against her naked breast, his lips smelling sweetly of the milk from her own body, she felt as if she was the one who had been fed." (p. 199)
- "her father's voice, her lover's jacket. for a moment she was aware of both the men in her life looking after her. she had thought they were both better off without her and that she was better off without them, but now here, in the dirt, it came to her that she had never really gone anywhere without them." (p. 352)
- "if she had not been tethered to lou, she would've floated away." (p. 409)
- the drawing of the three, stephen king
- "she smiled and he felt all the world move for her, because of her, and he thought please god, i have never had much, so please don't take her away from me again. please." (p. 318)
- "odetta said so, and since she had said she was good at telling the sun (and because she was his beloved), eddie believed her." (p. 328)
- the stand, stephen king
- "he thought about the way his hands had bled at first from pulling the endless handtrucks of hides and guts. he had tried to keep that from his mother, but she had seen, less than a week after he started. she wept over them a little, and she hadn't been a woman who wept easily." (p. 4)
- "his voice switched from topic to topic, mellow and soothing. their shadows grew longer, moving up the rows before them. she had come here to tell him something, but since earliest childhood she had often come to tell and stayed to listen. he didn't bore her. so far as she knew, he didn't bore anyone, except possibly her mother. he was a storyteller, and a good one." (p. 52)
- "then he broke the pencil in half and looked sullenly and defiantly at rudy. but rudy was smiling. suddenly he reached across the table and held nick's head steady between his hard, calloused palms. his hands were warm, gentle. nick could not remember the last time he had been touched with such love. his mother had touched him like that." (p. 102)
- "they walked on. larry put his hands in his pockets. leo did likewise. larry kicked a beercan. leo swerved out of his way to kick a stone. larry began to whistle a tune. leo made a whispering chuffing sound in accompaniment. larry ruffled the kid's hair and leo looked up at him with those odd chinese eyes and grinned. and larry thought: for christ's sake, i'm falling in love with him. pretty far out."
- it, stephen king
- "on those days ben would sometimes look sideways at beverly, stealing her face, and his heart would both hurt desperately and somehow grow brighter at the same time. he supposed he had a crush on her, or was in love with her, and that was why it was beverly he thought of when the penguins came on the radio singing 'earth angel' – 'my darling dear / love you all the time...'" (p. 170)
- "when love comes before puberty, it can come in waves so clear and so powerful that no one can stand against its simple imperative, and ben made no effort to do so now. he simply gave in. he felt both foolish and exalted, as miserably embarrassed as he had ever been in his life... and yet inarguably blessed. these hopeless emotions mixed in a heady brew that left him feeling both sick and joyful." (p. 175)
- "he missed the little kid, that was the truth. missed his voice, his laughter – missed the way george's eyes sometimes tipped confidently up to his own, sure that bill would have whatever answers were required. and one surpassingly odd thing: there were times when he felt he loved george best in his fear, because even in his fear – his uneasy feelings that a zombie-george might be4 lurking in the closet or under the bed – he could remember loving george better in here, and george loving him. in his effort to reconcile these two emotions – his love and his terror – bill felt that he was closest to finding where final acceptance lay." (p. 248)
- the talisman, stephen king & peter straub
- "jack now saw his first days in arcadia beach as a period of unrelieved wretchedness from which his new friend had rescued him. for speedy parker was a friend, that was certain – so certain, in fact, that it was a quantity of mystery. in the few days since jack had shaken off his daze (or since speedy had shaken it off for him by dispelling it with one glance of his light-colored eyes), speedy parker had become closer to him than any friend, with the possible exception of richard sloat, whom jack had known approximately since the cradle." (p. 11)
- "'you do your weepin, travellin jack,' speedy said, and put his arms around him. jack put his hot, swollen face against speedy's thin shirt, smelling the man's smell – something like old spice, something like cinnamon, something like books that no one has taken out of the library in a long time. good smells, comforting smells. he groped his arms around speedy; his palms felt the bones in speedy's back, close to the surface, hardly covered by any scant meat." (p. 45)
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