Quotes from Stephen King

Tell you something, my friend — if I worked hard and really wanted it, there might be a real Rembrandt on my wall someday. Sure. In a job like this, there is nowhere to go but up. In a way, that's the scary part...

Is Stephen King the Crimson King of this world?

Si está en San Francisco la seguiré allí. Si está en Tokyo la seguiré allí. Y si está en el infierno la seguiré allí. ¿Por qué no?. Allí es donde acabaremos de todas formas y probablemente juntos.

The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you create a pleasing sound. A harmonic. But then start adding strings. Ten strings, a hundred strings, a thousand, a million. Because they multiply!

It was a love that had nothing to do with Joe Camber's day-to-day behavior toward him or his mother; it was a brute, biological thing that he would never be free of, a phenomenon with many illusory referents of the sort which haunt for a lifetime: the smell of cigarette smoke, the look of a double-edged razor reflected in a mirror, pants hung over a chair, certain curse words.

Envelhecer não é para fracos, pois não?

To fully understand about hugging, maybe you had to have missed a lot of it.

as afirmações dos cínicos parecem sempre mais plausíveis do que as dos optimistas incorrigíveis.

tempus est umbra in mente

But the pistol, this Walther...it was as if it had been made for the express purpose of shooting people. With a chill Richie realized that was why it had been made. What else could you do with a pistol? Use it to light your cigarettes?

She came to him then and lifted her arms to be picked up, something he could not remember her doing for a long time-maybe two years. It was amazing how time got by, how quickly a child could change, change in front of your eyes with an unobtrusiveness that was nearly terrible.

The idea of ghosts gave his child's mind no trouble at all... According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost.

Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.

There's little good in sedentary small towns. Mostly indifference spiced with an occasional vapid evil – or worse, a conscious one.

As pessoas estão constantemente a morrer por falta de sono — dizia Wyzer — apesar de o médico legista acabar por escrever 'suicídio', em vez de 'insónia', na linha correspondente à causa da morte.

That was it. In Annie's view all the people in the world were divided into three groups: brats, poor poor things... and Annie.

Time passes and everything gets bigger except us.

The cult of celebrity is cogitative shit running through the bowel of the intellect.

For months - sometimes even years, as I tried to explain to you - time hardly seems to exist. Then everything comes in a gasp.

The newest animal Route 5 had used up, it seemed, was my daughter's beloved pet. We buried Smucky in the pet sematary. My daughter made the grave marker, which read Smucky: He was obediant. (Smucky wasn't in the least obedient, of course; he was a cat, for heaven's sake.)

I don't talk about this much, because it embarrasses me and it sounds pompous, but I still see stories as a great thing, something which not only enhances lives but actually saves them.

Thomas Ross appears to have been something of a rarity: a socially conscious young man.

No cancer, if that's what you're thinking, she'd say if anyone commented on her runway-model thinness, which she ordinarily disguised with billowing dresses or caftans. I'm just in training for the final lap around the track.

Anger made men easy.