The Bazaar of Bad Dreams

by Stephen King

She spoke from a dry mouth. “I believe in wrongdoing, Winnie, but I don’t believe in sin.” He smiled. It was a benevolent smile. Also unpleasant: sheep lips, wolf teeth. “That’s fine. But sin believes in you.”

Every time you see bright stuff, somebody turns on the rain machine. The bright stuff is never colorfast.

A little bit of grace. That’s what a good dog is, you know. A little bit of grace.”