Doctor Sleep

FEAR stands for fuck everything and run.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

The good thing about being old, is you don’t have to worry about dying young.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

FEAR stands for face everything and recover – Old AA saying

You’d be surprised what a person can live with,” Dan said.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

No great thing is created suddenly.

She thought that things could not get worse . . . but they always can, and often do.

The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

There came a time when you realised that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.

Sometimes you had to know. Sometimes you had to see.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable or hostile but exhausted--the quiet of people who have a great deal to think about but not a hell of a lot to say.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes.

The world's just a hospice with fresh air.

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

We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.

You didn't get sober to be stupid, Danny. Keep it in mind the next time you start listening to that itty-bitty shitty committee inside your head.

The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

Dan thought of another AA aphorism: We're powerless over people, places, and things. Like most alkie nuggets, it was seventy percent true and thirty percent rah-rah bullshit.

I’m not scared of hell. I lived a decent life, and I don’t think there is such a place, anyway. I’m scared there’s nothing.” He struggled for breath. A pearl of blood was swelling in the corner of his right eye. “There was nothing before, we all know that, so doesn’t it stand to reason that there’s nothing after?” “But there is.” Dan wiped Charlie’s face with the damp cloth. “We never really end, Charlie. I don’t know how that can be, or what it means, I only know that it is.

We're only as sick as our secrets.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

We’re all dying. The world’s just a hospice with fresh air.

Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.