Doctor Sleep (The Shining, #2)

by Stephen King

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

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

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

“Lower your voice,” Dan said without turning. “You’re in the presence of death.” The rage that had stiffened her ran out all at once, loosening her joints.