Stephen King Quotes

Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me

Good days and long nights to ya, sai.

Once I fell in love with books, I fell in love completely.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.

The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?" I thought we had been." But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!

Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.

Don't ask me silly questions I won't play silly games I'm just a simple choo choo train And I'll always be the same. I only want to race along Beneath the bright blue sky And be a happy choo choo train Until the day I die.

"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. "Hedges against the night."

...you need openness and inability to do anything other than get to the point.

A man who lies about beer makes enemies.

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

A hurt body and mind aren't just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion.

I don't have anything against either of the Dead movies, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, none of those movies. If it scares somebody, I think that it is serving a valid purpose. It is doing what the filmmaker intended. But, it is not something that you hand to kids.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

The book is not the important part. The book is the delivery system. The important part is the story and the talent.

I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.

We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not.

Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.

I hardly ever read mainstream fiction that deals with life as it is. I like an element of fantasy, something that isn`t quite of the real world.

I'd like to learn French well enough to write in that language.

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

It might be that the biggest division in the world isn't men and women but folks who like cats and folks who like dogs" - (L.T.'s Theory of Pets)

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — 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.

On the subject of love at first sight, I’m with the Beatles: I believe that it happens all the time.

Formula: Second Draft = First Draft minus 10%.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.

Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.

Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end... and knowing there’s so much worth saving.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

As with all other aspects of fiction, the key to writing good dialogue is honesty.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

A campaign, like a brand, is not just a number of bits put together - a claim here, a pack shot there, a reason why somewhere else. If we try to produce it by the atomistic approach, we will end up with a sort of Identikit brand. It will be a perfect description of the structure of the brand, as the Identikit can describe the contours of the face. But it won't be the same thing. The brand will never come to life.

God doesn't bribe, child. He just makes a sign and lets people take it as they will.

I think uncertainty is good for things. Certainty breeds complacency and complacency means that you just sit somewhere in your nice little comfortable suburban house in Michigan, looking at CNN and saying, "Oh, those poor immigrant children that are all coming across the border. But we really can't have them here - that isn't what God wants. Let's send them all back to the drug cartels." There's a complacency to it.

Some guys-a lot of guys-don't believe what they are seeing, especially if it gets in the way of what they want to eat or drink or believe. Me, I don't believe in God. But if i saw him, I would. I wouldn't just go around saying, "Jesus, that was a great special effect." The definition of an asshole is a guy who doesn't believe what he's seeing.

My books depend on someone in danger, putting pieces together and figuring things out. They do a lot of thinking, and that gets lost in the movie.

Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks

...for the first time in my life, writing was hard. The problem was the teaching...by most Friday afternoons I felt as if I'd spent the week with jumper cables clamped to my brain.

Part of my function as a writer is to dream awake. And that usually happens. If I sit down to write in the morning, in the beginning of that writing session and the ending of that session, I'm aware that I'm writing. I'm aware of my surroundings. It's like shallow sleep on both ends, when you go to bed and when you wake up. But in the middle, the world is gone and I'm able to see better.

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.