The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling โ a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.
Stephen KingYou know," King said, "I'm not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it's not; it's the reason I write them down.
Stephen KingGood description is a learned skill, one of the prime reasons why you cannot succeed unless you read a lot and write a lot. Itโs not just a question of how-to, you see; itโs also a question of how much to. Reading will help you answer how much, and only reams of writing will help you with the how. You can learn only by doing.
Stephen King