Quotes from Stephen King

Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of nitro-glycerine: exhilarating and dangerous.

I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.

this life we think we're living isn't real. It's just a shadow play, and I for one will be glad when the lights go out on it. In the dark, all the shadows disappear.

I'm not sure anybody ever gets completely over their first love, and that still rankles. Part of me still wants to know what was wrong with me. What I was lacking.

She thought that things could not get worse . . . but they always can, and often do.

Dreams are the way we touch the unseen world

I kill with my heart, motherfucker

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.

This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know-by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there's still time.

You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

There is no group therapy or psychiatry or community social services for the child who must cope with the thing under the bed or in the cellar every night, the thing which leers and capers and threatens just beyond the point where vision will reach. The same lonely battle must be fought night after night and the only cure is the eventual ossification of the imaginary faculties, and this is called adulthood.

I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.

good people shine brighter in dark times.

everyone is dead and this is hell.

All is silent in the halls of the dead. All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead, Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

Shit don't mean shit

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

Time is the water, Charlie. Life is just the bridge it flows under.

Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.

I read a jaw-dropping online defense of these weapons from a California woman recently. Guns, she said, are just tools. Like spoons, she said. Would you outlaw spoons simply because some people use them to eat too much? Lady, let's see you try to kill twenty schoolkids with a fucking spoon.

We never know. Any day could be the day we go down, and we never know.

The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring about what was inside.