Learn to do magic like me and we will drive to Princeton in an old Ford with four retread skins and a loose manifold that boils up the graphite stink of fresh-cooked exhaust we will do hexes with Budweiser pentagrams and old Diamond matchboxes - from "The Hardcase Speaks" A poem by Stephen King December 1971 The place where you made your stand never really mattered ...only that you were there, and still on your feet. - from "The Stand" You can't be careful on a skateboard, man. - from "It"