The Body

by Stephen King

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them—words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.

And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think.

although he hated Billy like the Arabs hate the Jews

i lowkey giggled

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

The only reason anyone writes stories is so they can understand the past and get ready for some future mortality; that’s why all the verbs in stories have -ed endings,

I can have a little mind-movie whenever things get dull.

me core

“Stick with me, Gordie,” Chris said in a low, shaky voice. “Stick with me, man.” “I’m right here.”

i love them sm

Some people drown, that’s all. It’s not fair, but it happens. Some people drown.

I could not just leave him to sink or swim on his own. If he had drowned, that part of me would have drowned with him, I think.