Needful Things

by Stephen King

See him fetch that sigh? He’s worked himself into a pretty good case of the blues. Only a man who’s still in love (or thinks he is) can fetch a sigh that deep.

I think trouble—real trouble—is on its way. I smell it, just over the horizon, like an out-of-season storm full of lightning.

Keep an eye on everything. You’ve been here before, but things are about to change. I know it. I feel it. There’s a storm on the way.

His heart felt like a very small bird which had blundered into his throat and now fluttered there, trapped.

as sure as the fact of death and the force of gravity.