Something Wicked This Way Comes (Green Town, #2)

by Ray Bradbury

God, how we get our fingers in each other’s clay. That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it all the rest of his life.