Doctor Sleep (The Shining, #2)

by Stephen King

Dan turned the corner from Morehead Street onto Eliot and paused. Blowing down the sidewalk, attended by a skeletal scutter of last year’s autumn leaves, was a battered tophat, such as a magician might wear. Or maybe an actor in an old musical comedy, he thought. Looking at it made him feel cold in his bones, because it wasn’t there. Not really.

Foreshadowing

Deenie was sitting behind him in the stormdrain with the bum’s blanket wrapped around her naked shoulders. Her hair was plastered to her cheeks. Her face was bloated and dripping. Her eyes were cloudy. She was dead, probably years in her grave.

Its giving Pennywise

“The poet Edgar Allan Poe described the false awakening phenomenon long before Carl Jung was born. He wrote, ‘All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.’ Have I answered your question?”

The writer is god, he is a maker, creator, and philosopher

Crow Daddy did the deal. Handsome and gregarious, looking about forty, Crow’s favorite t-shirt read I’M A PEOPLE PERSON!

King loves a slogan

America is a living body, the highways are its arteries, and the True Knot slips along them like a silent virus.

Well said

NEVER REST ON YOUR LAURELS.

Yet another old AA saying

Thanks to this man, she even had a name for it: the shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

Great way to connect the lore of the series

January 19, 1999.

1.19.1999: all things serve the beam