Quotes from Stephen King

But somebody said there was billions bet on this. You'd think they'd be lined up three deep the whole way. And that there'd be TV coverage It's discouraged. Why? Why ask me? Because you know, Garraty said, exasperated. How do you know? Jesus, you remind me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, sometimes, Garraty said. Don't you ever just talk?

It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough. You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think - I did - that God put you on earth to blow your father away.

In the brain of a madman only the fuming present exists, with its endless shouting urges, paranoid speculations, and grandiose assumptions.

He taught me a lot. But before the teaching, he listened.

Oh, about beer I never lie,' Crandall said. 'A man who lies about beer makes enemies.

It was a cliché, but for all-weather company, you couldn't do better than a dog. Couldn't do better than a dog, period. Dogs didn't know any better; they just made the best of it.

He had stopped drinking, but the need to be free had been just as great...

She takes my hand like a woman in a dream. She is in a dream, and so am I. Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief . . . but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

Sometimes God dillies and dallies,' Steve said, 'and sometimes he just points at you and tells you to hang up your jock.

You realize that you are in a hell of your own making, but you go on nevertheless. Because there is nothing else to do.

Writers were blessed stenographers taking divine dictation.

By committing suicide, Al had taken away the scholar's greatest weakness: calling hesitation research.

Bad people need to pay a price. And the price should be high. ~Billy Summers

She started to turn away, then turned back. She said: 'They did it [September 11] in the name of God, but there is no God. If there was a God, Mr. Staley, He would have struck all eighteen of them dead in their boarding lounges with their boarding passes in their hands, but no God did. They called for passengers to get on and those fucks just got right on.

The only wat to get better at writing is to write. And read.

His failure hurt too badly for that. It was a bad equation. Best erase it and try a new one. If adults could put aside their obsessions with such firmness, the world would undoubtedly be a better place. Robertson Davies does not say that in his Deptford Trilogy ... but he strongly hints at it.

The author of so many evils," he said.

Although they had been honed like hawks toward the guns since early childhood, Cuthbert and Alain still carried an erroneous belief common to many boys their age: that their elders were also their betters, at least in such matters as planning and wit; they actually believed that grownups knew what they were doing.

Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?

He had begun business many years ago—as a wandering peddler on the blind face of a distant land, a peddler who carried his wares on his back, a peddler who usually came at the fall of darkness and was always gone the next morning, leaving bloodshed, horror, and unhappiness behind him.

He had an instinct for mischief in his head, just as some people have a way with numbers or a clear sense of direction.

Oh, maybe a little treasure for the more rabid Incunks, the collectors and the academics who maintained their positions in large part by examining the literary equivalent of navel-lint in each other's abstruse journals; ambitious, overeducated goofs who had lost touch with what books and reading were actually about and could be content to go on spinning straw into footnoted fool's gold for decades on end.

Does a machine fall sick with sores and puking? Well, Eddie thought of saying, there was this bear...

It's hard to let go. Even when what you're holding onto is full of thorns