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

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

The scholar's greatest weakness: calling procrastination research.

I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.

I started writing seriously when I was about 12. I am always in the mood.