martinipistache-blog-deactivate: “ “Why do you think Harold would keep his shades down?” “So nobody can see in, I guess,” Leo said. “So he can do secret things. It’s like the dead people, isn’t it?” […] “Secret things,” Larry mused aloud, not really...
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“Why do you think Harold would keep his shades down?”
“So nobody can see in, I guess,” Leo said. “So he can do secret things. It’s like the dead people, isn’t it?” […]
“Secret things,” Larry mused aloud, not really trying to draw the boy out anymore.
“Maybe he’s praying to the dark man,” Leo said casually, and Larry jerked as if brushed by a live wire. Leo didn’t notice. He was double-bouncing his Ping- Pong ball, first off the sidewalk and then catching it on the rebound from the brick wall they were passing… whock-whap!
“Do you really think so?” Larry asked, making an effort to sound casual.
“I don’t know. But he’s not like us. He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him, making him smile. Big white worms eating up his brain. Like maggots.”
The Stand | Stephen King

starwarsite: “ « Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll...
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« Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home. »

The Stand — Stephen King
(…) when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you’re inside. Inside where it’s warm. Just a little thing, being inside where it’s warm, but really such a big thing. About the most important thing in the world.
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