Quotes from Stephen King

Another part of getting older: you forgot what you wanted to remember, and remembered what you wanted to forget.

I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

The medical definition of miracle is misdiagnosis.

stop now before i kill you a word to the wise from your friend PENNYWISE

Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.

Love leaves scars.

Sometimes you have to be a high riding bitch to survive, sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang on to.

Mister, we deal in lead.

I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

Passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

And this wasn't lying, not really. It was leaving out.

There's always someone who knows something.

Maybe, in the end it's the voice that tells the stories more than the stories themselves that matters.

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.

A good novelist does not lead his characters, he follows them. A good novelist does not create events, he watches them happen and then writes down what he sees.

Explanations are such cheap poetry.

Adults are the real monsters.

Sooner or later even the fastest runners have to stand and fight.

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.