If It Bleeds (Holly Gibney #2)

by Stephen King

believe you hear a click, not in your head but in your soul, when you find the place where you belong. You can ignore it, but really, why would you?

was twice her size, a widow who wheezed like a leaky tire when she walked and always seemed to be dressed in the same pink silk wrapper. Chuck felt vaguely guilty

sounding prissy. “At my funeral, no one will say I died young and handsome,”

Felix and Oscar, yelling at each other across the generation gap, Holly thinks. It might make a good sitcom, but when it comes to getting information it’s extremely poopy.

You can’t have everything, she thinks; into every life a little poop must fall. But sometimes you do get what you need. Which is really all a sane person can ask for.

Surely not, but he surely felt like ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag, there was no doubt about that.