Quotes from Stephen King

The color white is the absence of memory.

The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.

Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.

The thought process can never be complete without articulation.

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

That's how you know you're home, I think, no matter how far you've gone from it or how long you've been in some other place. Home is where they want you to stay longer.

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story. Good description is a learned skill,one of the prime reasons you cannot succeed unless you read a lot and write a lot. It's not just a question of how-to, you see; it's a question of how much to. Reading will help you answer how much, and only reams of writing will help you with the how. You can learn only by doing.

I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.

Reality is thin ice, but most people skate on it their whole lives and never fall through until the very end. We did fall through, but we helped each other out. We're still helping each other.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

I believe the first draft of a book — even a long one — should take no more than three months…Any longer and — for me, at least — the story begins to take on an odd foreign feel, like a dispatch from the Romanian Department of Public Affairs, or something broadcast on high-band shortwave duiring a period of severe sunspot activity.

we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

When you own a piano, it's harder to think about moving.

In the Land of Memory the time is always Now . In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.

Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird

A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.

It was not fair, it was not fair, it was not fair. So cried his child's heart, and then his child's heart died a little. For that is also the way of the world.

That's clear about the end of my other life, how I kept saying 'I can do this' even when I knew I couldn't, even when I knew I was fucked, I was dead ass fucked in the pouring rain.