The sleep of reason breeds monsters.

So today I finished reading ” The Shining” finally , and I wrote down some of the parts that really stuck into my mind . So here it is :

  1. Job interview

Ullman had asked a question he hadn’t caught. That was bad; Ullman was the type of man who would file such lapses away in a mental Rolodex for later consideration.

2. Shadowland

The greatest terror of Danny’s life was DIVORCE, a word that always appeared in his mind as a sign painted in red letters which were covered with hissing, poisonous snakes. In DIVORCE, your parents no longer lived together. They had a tug of war over you in a court (tennis court? badminton court? Danny wasn’t sure which or if it was some other, but Mommy and Daddy had played both tennis and badminton at Stovington, so he assumed it could be either) and you had to go with one of them and you practically never saw the other one, and the one you were with could marry somebody you didn’t even know if the urge came on them.

5. The Phonebooth

“How are things?” Jack asked hesitantly. “Dry,” Al responded. “You?” “As a bone.” “Miss it much?” “Every day.”

6. Night thoughts

Sun gonna shine in my backyard someday …

12. The Grand Tour

” She creeps.” She creeps, Danny thought, and the words echoed down a long and silent corridor in his mind, a corridor lined with mirrors where people seldom looked.

12. The Grand Tour

For a moment Danny felt more lonely than he ever had in his life.

22. In The Truck

I see a bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today.
Don’t go ’round tonight,
It’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

24. Snow

So they went in together, leaving the wind to build to the low-pitched scream that would go on all night   a sound they would get to know well. Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three quarters of a century, its darkened windows now bearded with snow, indifferent to the fact that it was now cut off from the world. Or possibly it was pleased with the prospect. Inside its shell the three of them went about their early evening routine, like microbes trapped in the intestine of a monster.

47. Danny

The elevator was running again. They listened to it, wide-eyed, hugging each other. It went from floor to floor, the grate rattling back, the brass door slamming open. There was laughter, drunken shouts, occasional screams, and the sounds of breakage. The Overlook was coming to life around them.

48. Jack

The kitchen was empty. Grady was gone. Everything was still and frozen beneath
the cold white glare of the fluorescent bars. His eyes caught on the large
chopping block where the three of them had eaten their meals.
Standing on top of it was a martini glass, a fifth of gin, and a plastic dish
filled with olives.
Leaning against it was one of the roque mallets from the equipment shed.
He looked at it for a long time.
Then a voice much deeper and much more powerful than Grady’s, spoke from
somewhere, everywhere … from inside him.
(Keep your promise, Mr. Torrance.)
“I will,” he said. He heard the fawning servility in his own voice but was
unable to control it. “I will.”
He walked to the chopping block and put his hand on the handle of the mallet.
He hefted it.
Swung it.
It hissed viciously through the air.
Jack Torrance began to smile.

58. Epilogue / Summer

“Danny? You listen to me. I’m going to talk to you about it this once and never again this same way. There’s some things no six-year-old boy in the world should have to be told, but the way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together. The world’s a hard place, Danny. It don’t care. It don’t hate you and me, but it don’t love us, either. Terrible things happen in the world, and they’re things no one can explain. Good people die in bad, painful ways and leave the folks that love them all alone. Sometimes it seems like it’s only the bad people who stay healthy and prosper. The world don’t love you, but your momma does and so do I. You’re a good boy. You grieve for your daddy, and when you feel you have to cry over what happened to him, you go into a closet or under your covers and cry until it’s all out of you again. That’s what a good son has to do. But see that you get on. That’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.”



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