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

In these silences something may rise

We all float down here!

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times...because there's no place like Dome.

Nobody likes a clown at midnight