The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.
Stephen KingThe Overlook was still not done with him. Written on the mirror, not in lipstick but in blood, was a single word: REDRUM
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