Quotes from Stephen King

Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

When I die, I guess I'll go with a library card in one hand and an OVERDUE stamp in the other. Well, maybe there's worse ways.

Ka works and the world moves on.

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.

There are things of such darkness and horror—just, I suppose, as there are things of such great beauty—that they will not fit through the puny human doors of perception.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

There are all sorts of dream interpretations, Freud's being the most notorious, but I have always believed they served a simple eliminatory function, and not much more - that dreams are the psyche's way of taking a good dump every now and then.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You knew, but you didn't understand. He stepped close to David and put his palms on the boy's cold cheeks. Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

Sometimes you had to know. Sometimes you had to see .

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your stuff starts out being just for you, in other words, but then it goes out. Once you know what the story is and get it right — as right as you can, anyway — it belongs to anyone who wants to read it. Or criticize it.

There was power in that music, a power which seemed to most rightfully belong to all the skinny kids, fat kids, ugly kids, shy kids—the world's losers, in short.

The idea that the creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time. ... Substance abusing writers are just substance abusers — common garden variety drunks and druggies, in other words. Any claims that the drugs and alcohol are necessary to dull a finer sensibility are just the usual self-serving bullshit. I've heard alcoholic snowplow drivers make the same claim, that they drink to still the demons.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

If you want to play, you gotta pay.

See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?

Films are ephemeral, while books—the good ones—are eternal, or close to it.

Children have to grow into their imaginations like a pair of oversized shoes.

I know that the thing under my bed doesn't exist. But I also know that if I keep my feet under the blanket, it won't grab my ankle