The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.
Stephen KingI'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
Stephen KingCalling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.
Stephen King...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.
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