Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Is it because I'm a girl?" Reluctantly, Bill nodded his head. She looked at him for a moment, her lips trembling, and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The energy you drew on so extravagantly when you were a kid, the energy you thought would never exhaust itself - that… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
