Quotes from Stephen King

I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

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

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.

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.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

The world's a hard place, Danny. It don't care. It don't hate you and me, but it don't love us, either. Terrible things happen in the world, and they're things no one can explain. Good people die in bad, painful ways and leave the folks that love them all alone. Sometimes it seems like it's only the bad people who stay healthy and prosper. The world don't love you, but your momma does and so do I.

And people who don't dream, who don't have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can't imagine that.

Some things were better lost than found.

I like to get ten pages a day, which amounts to 2,000 words. That's 180,000 words over a three-month span, a goodish length for a book — something in which the reader can get happily lost, if the tale is done well and stays fresh.

The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as long swallows.

So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.

Everything's a lot tougher when it's for real. That's when you choke. When it's for real.

I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

The soil of a man's heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

A person who doesn't learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don't think it's in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

There was a lot they didn't tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.

I hope you liked them, Reader; that they did for you what any good story should do--make you forget the real stuff weighing on your mind for a little while and take you away to a place you've never been. It's the most amiable sort of magic I know.