I started after him...and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was." "Who was it, Don?" Harold Gardner asked softly. "It was Derry," Don Hagarty said. "It was this town.
Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.
I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.
I just saw myself as a novelist.