Quotes from Stephen King

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial sense of profundity.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.

The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life.

But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe.

And then the world exploded.

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?

He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness in metaphor but in fact as well. It can change the way one looks at the world; the faces one sees in street look not just indeferent but ugly...perhaps even malignant. Homesickness is real sickness--the ache of the uprooted plant the breathing method

Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way.

He wanted to tell Luke that he loved him. But there were no words, and maybe no need of them. Or telepathy. Sometimes a hug was telepathy.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures...

What is writing? Writing is telepathy.

I loved you guys, you know. I loved you so much.

It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.

The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.

It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.

There's always a choice. That's God's way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There's no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.