Quotes from Norman Partridge

You remember how it feels, don't you? All that desire scorching you straight through. Feeling like you're penned up in a small-town cage, jailed by cornstalk bars. Knowing, just knowing, that you'll be stuck in that quiet little town forever if you don't take a chance.

He already understands that the past can't be changed. Now he's beginning to understand how easily it can be repeated.

A story has to stick with those who tell it. It belongs to them. Just like the October Boy, it's got nowhere else to go.

Maybe he's wondering what kind of horror might sprout a misfit like that, wondering too if the seed was planted last Halloween night in dirt tamped down with a murdered kid's blood—

Try feeding a five-day hunger with some OJ that tastes like a cup of freezer burn, and nothing to wash it down but a bunch of words you can't get out of your head.

The air held the sweet night like a sponge.