I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).

All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

I think that marijuana should not only be legal, I think it should be a cottage industry. It would be wonderful for the state of Maine. There's some pretty good homegrown dope. I'm sure it would be even better if you could grow it with fertilizers and have greenhouses.

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes.

I've been typed as a horror writer, and I've always said to people, "I don't care what you call me as long as the checks don't bounce and the family gets fed."