You have to go where the book leads you.

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

Death is when the monsters get you.

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

The Overlook was still not done with him. Written on the mirror, not in lipstick but in blood, was a single word: REDRUM