Singing out loud, like a parenthesis

I'm reading 'The Shining' by Stephen King. I am not sure if I've read this one before; I'm just over 3/7ths through it and what I'm remembering of the book is perhaps only what is known through pop-cult references.

I'm not counting to eleven out loud using my absolute loudest voice.

If I was a dandelion, I'd make sure to glow bombastically when the sun was shining at an angle greater than 31 degrees.

It is dangerous to think that all of the smallest sized cornucopias would derange themselves for your favour. I should know.