E quasi per sbaglio Eddie scoprì una delle grandi verità della sua infanzia: i veri mostri sono gli adulti.

Die Geschichte der Monstrositäten und des Grauens ist ein Korb, vollgepackt mit Problemen; wenn der Schriftsteller vorbei kommt, nimmt man einen von seinen imaginären Schrecken aus dem Korb und legt einen eigenen wirklichen dafür hinein - für eine Zeit lang jedenfalls ...

We'll eat your steam and lap up your blood. But first, we'll drink your screams

Questa volta la voce non venne dalla luna. Questa volta venne da sotto il letto.

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years–if it ever did end–began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul. The town is an accumulation of three parts which, in sum, are greater than the sections. The town is the people who live there, the buildings which they have erected to den or do business in, and it is the land.

Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened windows now bearded with snow, indifferent to the fact it was now cut off from the world… Inside its shell the three of them went about their early evening routine, like microbes trapped in the intestine of a monster.

When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye