Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven’t tears enough for what you’ve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!’ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudia’s name. But Claudia did not hear her. ‘Yes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.

I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King's books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

Some mysteries are simply irresistible,” she said. “They have components that alter a life.