He had even burned his notes. "And sometimes, Colter, when someone especially fine passes away — someone especially dear to us all — we find it hard to let that someone go.
Because Annie loved sweet things. He knew how constantly he had been terrorized, but did he know how much of his own subjective reality, once so strong he had taken it for granted, had been erased? By noon of the second day — Hour Twenty-Four — he realize that, as bad as the pain in his legs and pelvis was, something else was also making him hurt. The bailiff asked her to state her name, and over and over again she said it was Annie Wilkes, but she said no more; she sat there with her fibrous solid ominous body displacing air and said her name over and over again but no more than that.
She did it with the ease of a woman sliding a book into an empty slot in her bookcase. and part of you knows it.
That sun had heat as well as brilliance — he could feel it on his face and hands as he sat here. Paul crawled over to his bed, pulling himself on his elbows, and got hold of the coverlet.