The day I start hanging out with that bunch of half-starved mix-n-match sluts will be the day I crawl up my own ass and die!
In a brief court proceeding in 1966 the boy’s mother had her son declared legally dead so she could enter into possession of Edward Corcoran’s savings account. The account contained a sum of sixteen dollars.
The smile was ghastly, horrible. It was like watching a corpse smile.
She suddenly realized she was sitting in an apartment by herself late at night, eating an apple and watching a movie on TV that she cared nothing about, and doing it all because it was easier than thinking, thinking was so boring really, when all you had to think about was yourself and your lost love.
I’m afraid to go to sleep. I’m afraid my dead friends will come to me, and that seeing them will kill me.
And suddenly it didn’t seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.
There was a lot of purple on the covers. Purple sold scary books better than any other color, Mike had been told.
When we grow up, concepts gradually get easier and we leave the images to the poets
No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts.