- 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)
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