• A clear coldness she never saw again in her life fell over her sight. In it everything stood out and forward; never again would she see the three dimensions of reality so clearly defined. She possessed every color, every angle, every distance. Fear departed. She felt the hunter's simple lust of certainty and oncoming consummation. (Pg 1128)

• When you were inside the changes, they were harder to see. You had to step back to see them... (Pg 1219)

• If there are ten thousand medieval peasants who create vampires by believing them real, there may be one——probably a child——who will imagine the stake necessary to kill it. But a stake is only stupid wood; the mind is the mallet which drives it home. (Pg 1320)

                                                                             ——Stephen King