Quotes from Stephen King

By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.

Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases-not all, but most-you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.

It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

The essential and defining characteristic of childhood is not the effortless merging of dream and reality, but only alienation. There are no words for childhood's dark turns and exhalations. A wise child recognizes it and submits to the necessary consequences. A child who counts the cost is a child no longer.

Laughter, Susannah would later reflect, is like a hurricane: once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.

One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, the brains, and the chunks of intestine still containing the poor wads of half-digested food that were some innocent bystander's last meal.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror.

Hearts are tough, Most times they don't break. Most times they are only bend

I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

But in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

A man who lies about beer makes enemies

They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America.

My father had taught me - mostly by example - that if a man wanted to be in charge of his life, he had to be in charge of his problems.

The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

no one dies happy, you can only die well

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.