I hate the assumption that you can’t write about something because you haven’t experienced it, and not just because it assumes a limit on the human imagination, which is basically limitless. It also suggest that some leaps of identification are impossible. I refuse to accept that real change is beyond us, and so is empathy.
If you drop a book into the toilet, you can fish it out, dry it off and read that book. But if you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you’re pretty well done.
He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, awakening in the night, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.
When an old man dies, a library burns.
Jack stood in the dining room just outside the batwing doors leading into the Colorado Lounge, his head cocked, listening. He was smiling faintly. Around him, he could hear the Overlook Hotel coming to life. It.
Something in the fog!” he screamed, and Billy shrank against me-whether because of the man’s bloody nose or what he was saying, I don’t know. “Something in the fog took John Lee! Something-” He staggered back against a display of lawn food stacked by the window and sat down there.“Something in the fog took John Lee and I heard him screaming!
Youth is a wonderful thing,” said Mr. Harrigan. “What a shame it’s wasted on children.
Around and around it went, and what was round had no point, any fool knew that.
People who leave their drugs in a bathroom the guests use are just asking for trouble.
Down here, I believe there are more universes in every fistful of sand, because infinity is a two-way street.
Ka-mai, yes. Not just a fool, but ka’s fool – a fool of destiny.
That in turn made him think of some poem or other, one about how you could spend years running, but in the end you always wound up facing yourself in a hotel room, with a naked bulb hanging overhead and a revolver on the table.
Time healed all wounds. Of course, as some wag had pointed out, it also wounds all heels.
All I know is what’s past is past, and what’s ahead is ahead. The second is ka, and takes care of itself.
I think different. And I can think different if I want to.
Life is more than just steering a course around pain.
No need to live in trouble until trouble comes.
The two best things in life are warm croissants and a quick way home.
A mob always picked its own leaders, and it always picked the right ones.
Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.