Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.

The underworld persists because society needs it, insists upon it, supports it (at the same time that it denies and persecutes it, of course).

He needs to be listened to, he needs to be heard. He needs at least the illusion of being understood.

She was just a year old, but she had wanted me to stay longer. That’s how you know you’re home, I think, no matter how far you’ve gone from it or how long you’ve been in some other place. Home is where they want you to stay longer.

Written By Stephen King

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