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

The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high... but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror.

In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.