The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring about what was inside.

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

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

A successful novel should interrupt the reader’s life, make him or her miss appointments, skip meals, forget to walk the dog.

I think you're a taker. You've always been one. It's like God left some part of you out when He built you inside of me.