If Wishes Were Filet Mignon,

I Have Been Reading Stephen King Since Carrie And Hope To Read Him For Many Years To Come.

Given My Heritage And The Ordeal Of My Childhood, I Sometimes Wonder Why I Myself Am Not Insane. Maybe I Am.

Given Enough Time, You Could Convince Yourself That Loneliness Was Something Better, That It Was Solitude, The Ideal Condition For Reflection, Even A Kind Of Freedom. Once You Were Thus Convinced, You Were Foolish To Open The Door And Let Anyone In, Not All The Way In. You Risked The Hard-won Equilibrium, That Tranquility That You Called Peace

Pain Is All I Know." He Murmured. "peace Is All I Want

The Hard Rain Nailed The Night To The City.