Quotes from Stephen King

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.

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!

Oh shit, the mummy's after us, let's all walk a little faster

Time heals all wounds.

I'm the Turtle, son. I made the universe, but please don't blame me for it; I had a belly-ache.

Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Dancing is life.

Life sucks, then you die

oh shit it's shit

Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.

What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

Speech destroys the function of love, I think-that's a hell of a thing for a writer to say, I guess, but I believe it to be true. If you speak to tell a deer you mean it no harm, it glides away with a single flip of its tail. Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words can close those love bites. it's the other way around, that's the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them.

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.

For readers, one of life's most electrifying discoveries is that they are readers—not just capable of doing it (which Morris already knew), but in love with it. Hopelessly. Head over heels. The first book that does that is never forgotten, and each page seems to bring a fresh revelation, one that burns and exalts: Yes! That's how it is! Yes! I saw that, too! And, of course, That's what I think! That's what I FEEL!

where the world ends is where you must begin

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.