Don't give me what I ask for, give me what I need.

I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.

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

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

I hold to no God," Roland said. "I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.

So where do the ideas-the salable ideas-come from? They come from my nightmares. Not the night-time variety, as a rule, but the ones that hide just beyond the doorway that separates the conscious from the unconscious.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.