Quotes from Stephen King

Anger is the most useless emotion, Henchick intoned, destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; He holds us all within his mind. On his back all vows are made; He sees the truth but may not said. He loves the land and loves the sea, And even loves a child like me

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

I think that real friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.

Without story books is like a person with no soul.

Lover, she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?

Small children are great accepters. They don't understand shame, or the need to hide things.

Sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto.

If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

I hated high school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there's something wrong with you.

Reading is the creative center of a writer's life. -

The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies.

I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.