[smashing the door to bits with an axe] Wendy, I'm home.
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Diane Johnson
Diane Johnson Born Diane Lain) (born April 28, 1934) is an American novelist and essayist whose satirical novels often feature American heroines living abroad in contemporary France. She was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for her novel Persian Nights in 1988. 2Career Born Diane Lain in Moline, Illinois, Johnson's recent books include Lulu in Marrakech (2008), L'Affaire (2003), Le Mariage (2000), and Le Divorce (1997), for which she was a National Book Award finalist and the winner of the California Book Award gold medal for fiction. Her memoir Flyover Lives was released in January 2014. She has been a frequent contributor to The New York Review of Books since the mid-1970s. With filmmaker Stanley Kubrick, Johnson co-authored the screenplay to The Shining (1980), based on the horror novel of the same name by Stephen King.In 2003, Le Divorce, a film adaptation of her comedy of manners novel of the same name, was released, directed by James Ivory and starred Kate Hudson and Naomi Watts. 2Personal life She was married to B. Lamar Johnson Jr. in 1953. She has 4 children from her first marriage: Kevin, Darcy, Amanda, and Simon. After a few years separated and divorced, she married John Frederic Murray in 196
Larry, just between you and me, we got a very serious problem with the people taking care of the place. They turned out to be completely unreliable assholes.
White Man's Burden, Lloyd, my man! White Man's Burden.
We've got canned fruits and vegetables, canned fish and meats, hot and cold syrups, Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs, Rice Krispies, Oatmeal... and Cream of Wheat. You got... [then, telepathically to Danny] How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?...a dozen jugs of black molasses, we got sixty…
Some places are like people: some shine and some don't.
Come out, come out, whereever you are.
Lloyd: What will you be drinking, sir? Jack Torrance: Hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd.
Jack Torrance: [laughs] Well, it's certainly got plenty of that. Stuart Ullman: ...The winters can be fantastically cruel. And the basic idea is to cope with the very costly damage and depreciation which can occur. And this consists mainly of running the boiler, heating different parts of the hotel…
Wendy, listen. Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole damn thing! It'll be just like nothing ever happened. Wendy, baby, I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy, I need a doctor. Honey, don't leave me here.
[staring at the drink in his hand] Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm it has caused me.
I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Jack Torrance: Well, that is quite a story. Stuart Ullman: Yeah it is. It's still hard for me to believe it happened here. It did, and I think you can appreciate why I wanted to tell you about it. Jack Torrance: I certainly can and I also understand why your people in Denver left it for you to tell…
[about Wendy] Delbert Grady: I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance: There's nothing I look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr. Grady.
Jack Torrance: The most terrible nightmare I ever had. It's the most horrible dream I ever had. Wendy Torrance: It's OK, it's OK now. Really. Jack Torrance: I dreamed that I, that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. Oh my God. I must be losing my mind.
Wendy Torrance: Hey. Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound? Jack Torrance: I think that was farther west in the Sierras. Wendy Torrance: Oh. Danny Torrance: What was the Donner Party? Jack Torrance: They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one…
God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out. Delbert Grady: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.
Danny Torrance: Dad? Jack Torrance: Yes? Danny Torrance: Do you like this hotel? Jack Torrance: Yes, I do. I love it. Don't you? Danny Torrance: I guess so. Jack Torrance: Good. I want you to like it here. I wish we could stay here forever... and ever... and ever.
Jack Torrance: Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand? Wendy Torrance: Yeah. Jack Torrance: Now, we're going to make a new…
Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin? Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. [axes the door]