Monsters Are Real, And Ghosts Are Real

If A Writer Knows What He Or She Is Doing, I'll Go Along For The Ride. If He Or She Doesn't... Well, I'm In My Fifties Now, And There Are A Lot Of Books Out There. I Don't Have Time To Waste With The Poorly Written Ones.

In These Silences Something May Rise

The Overlook Was Still Not Done With Him. Written On The Mirror, Not In Lipstick But In Blood, Was A Single Word: Redrum

It Wasn't Just Love That Held People Together. There Was Secrets, And The Price You Paid To Keep Them.

We Don't Know The Days That Will Change Our Lives. Probably Just As Well.