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

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

It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.

Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.

Sooner or later even the fastest runners have to stand and fight.

Must you write complete sentences each time, every time? Perish the thought. If your work consists only of fragments and floating clauses, the Grammar Police aren't going to come and take you away. Even William Strunk, that Mussolini of rhetoric, recognized the delicious pliability of language. "It is an old observation," he writes, "that the best writers sometimes disregard the rules of rhetoric." Yet he goes on to add this thought, which I urge you to consider: "Unless he is certain of doing well, [the writer] will probably do best to follow the rules."

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.