Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
Stephen KingAs for the end of the universeโฆI say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?
Stephen KingHe needs to be corrected, if you don't mind me saying so. He needs a good talking-to, and perhaps a bit more. My own girls, sir, didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of my matches and tried to burn it down. I corrected them. I corrected them most harshly. And when my wife tried to stop me from doing my duty, I corrected her.
Stephen King