Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.
Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.
Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.
At Hartford or New Haven or one of those other places where no one in their right fucking mind would want to live.
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.
I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of some growing, coalescing force; I seemed to smell the bitter ozone aroma of lightings-to-come.
In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.
The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart wants what the heart wants.
...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.
There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.
Buyer should be aware that 'CELL' is a violent piece of work, which comes complete with zombies set in motion by bad cell phone signals that destroy the human brain.
Must you write complete sentences each time, every time Perish the thought
I felt rather like the little girl in Our Town who gave her address as Grover's Corner, New Hampshire, America, the Nothern Hemisphere, the World, the Solar System, the Milky Way Galaxy, the Mind of God.
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