Quotes from Stephen King

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

When you write a story, you're telling yourself the story," he said. "When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.

In this universe there might grow roses which sing.

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

I am, he thought dimly, watching a vampire take a piss.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.

God favors drunks, small children, and the cataclysmically stoned...

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief's sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

At the time we're stuck in it, like hostages locked in a Turkish bath, high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It's not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was.

Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Aghhh! Gordie: And then your mom goes around the corner and she licks it up.

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along.

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

I am, when you stop to think of it, a member of a fairly select group: the final handful of American novelists who learned to read and write before they learned to eat a daily helping of video bullshit.

For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

People are blind to explanations that lie outside their perception of reality.