A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.

We’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won’t any longer be witnesses to it. We won’t have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We’ll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!

I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.

We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known; it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast of the universe; which means endless.

I was typing away while everybody was dropping acid and smoking grass. I was known as my own square.

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King's books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.