How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

I thought The Shining was just absolutely wonderful. Stephen King reaches all kinds of people. In the beginning he was just dismissed out of hand, which was terrible.

Cities have distinct personalities. It's a matter of knowing it.

Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.

This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?