I think I might just go out back for awhile, and sit under that big tree. I feel empty inside. I never felt so empty.”Tim nodded. “You’ll fill up again. Trust me.”“I guess I’ll have to.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

Solo. Sí, esa es la palabra clave, la palabra más tremenda. Asesino no le llega a los talones, e infierno no es más que un pálido sinónimo.

It's terrible to be alone and frightened at any age, but I think it's worse when you're old.

The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn't like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.