Room 217 Quotes & Sayings

I would love to put out music that was just stunning or soul-baring or whatever. But I don't think I have the voice for it. — Wes Borland

Since changes are going on anyway, the great thing is to learn enough about them so that we will be able to lay hold of them and turn them in the direction of our desires. Conditions and events are neither to be fled from nor passively acquiesced in; they are to be utilized and directed. — John Dewey

CHAPTER NINETEEN OUTSIDE 217 Danny was remembering the words of someone else who had worked at the Overlook during the season: Her saying she'd seen something in one of the rooms where ... a bad thing happened. That was in Room 217 and I want you to promise me you won't go in there, Danny ... steer right clear ... — Stephen King

All spiritual interests are supported by animal life. — George Santayana

The woman from Room 217 was there, as he had known she would be. — Stephen King

We're carrying the fire. — Cormac McCarthy

I had no inkling of how crazy the political life would turn out to be. You shuttle between your constituency and Ottawa, you try to make every barbecue, festival, parade and charity run, but sometimes you feel pulled in 14 directions at once. — Michael Ignatieff

The gigantic invisible broom that transforms, disfigures, erases landscapes has been at the job for millennia now, but its movements, which used to be slow, just barely perceptible, have sped up so much that I wonder: Would an Odyssey even be conceivable today? Is the epic of the return still pertinent to our time? — Milan Kundera

The thing people don't seem to want anywhere nowadays ... is anyone who's got a bit of ordinary common sense ... but I often think that that's the only thing the world really needs-just a bit of common sense. — Agatha Christie

If you give in to intimidation, you'll go on being intimidated — Aung San Suu Kyi

My father was too distracted to see anything in this. Mimicking my mother, he taped it to the fridge in the same place Buckley's long-forgotten drawing of the Inbetween had been. But my brother knew something was wrong with his story. Knew it by how his teacher reacted, doing a double take like they did in his comic books. He took the story down and brought it to my old room while Grandma Lynn was downstairs. He folded it into a tiny square and put it inside the now-empty insides of my four poster bed.

~pgs 217-218; Buckley's childhood — Alice Sebold