The Shining

Only wanting to hurt. Like the wasps.

each man kills the thing he loves.

flattery is the stuff that greases the wheels of the world.”

When you unwittingly stuck your hand into the wasps' nest, you hadn't made a covenant with the devil to give up your civilized self with its trappings of love and respect and honor. It just happened to you. Passively, with no say, you ceased to be a creature of the mind and became a creature of the nerve endings

It had seemed slow subjectively, inside his head, but it must have all happened in less than a minute. It only seemed slow the way some dreams seem slow. The bad ones.

unsheathing his sword

She looked out the kitchen window

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

Now she was a woman, a human being who had been dragged around to the dark side of the moon and had come back able to put the pieces back together. But those pieces, Hallorann thought, they never fit just the same way again. Never in this world.

He recognized it suddenly, fully, painlessly. For the first time in his life he had an adult thought, an adult feeling, the essence of his experience in this bad place-a sorrowful distillation: (Mommy and Daddy can’t help me and I’m alone.)