The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

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

It's dialogue that gives your cast their voices, and is crucial in defining their characters.

I think uncertainty is good for things. Certainty breeds complacency and complacency means that you just sit somewhere in your nice little comfortable suburban house in Michigan, looking at CNN and saying, "Oh, those poor immigrant children that are all coming across the border. But we really can't have them here - that isn't what God wants. Let's send them all back to the drug cartels." There's a complacency to it.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.