The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book, Annie, is because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end. Misery (1987)
He felt as he always did when he finished a book — queerly empty, let down, aware that for each little success he had paid a toll of absurdity. Misery (1987)
She was crazy but he needed her. Oh I am in so much trouble he thought, and stared blindly up at the ceiling as the droplets of sweat began to gather on his forehead again. Misery (1987)