It

by Stephen King

No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.

The world was, after all, full of wonders.

Yeah? That so? Well, you’ve had your last meal, sister.

SLAYY bill

I made the universe, but please don’t blame me for it; I had a bellyache.

queen!!

son, you’ve got to thrust your fists against the posts and still insist you see the ghosts… that’s all I can tell you. once you get into cosmological shit like this, you got to throw away the instruction manual

real

“You can’t be careful on a skateboard, man.” —some kid

We are leaving Derry, and if this was a story it would be the last half-dozen pages or so; get ready to put this one up on the shelf and forget it.