Quotes from Stephen King

I know I can do it, Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.

Why do you keep looking back there? the guy in charge had asked. From time to time I need an antidote, Eddie said. From what? Your face.

There will be water if God wills it.

Storytelling is as natural as breathing; plotting is the literary version of artificial respiration.

As with all other aspects of the narrative art, you will improve with practice, but practice will never make you perfect. Why should it? What fun would that be?

it was amazing, wasn't it, how bad you could hurt when there was nothing physically wrong.

Books are a uniquely portable magic

It was so simple, but it was a revelation: what you did for yourself was what gave you the power.

For most of us, I think it's easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.

Upon being asked by a fan how to become a writer, Stephen King replied, Write.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable or hostile but exhausted--the quiet of people who have a great deal to think about but not a hell of a lot to say.

There were times . . . when it occurred to me that I was repeating my mother's life. Usually this thought struck me as funny. But if I happened to be tired, or if there were extra bills to pay and no money to pay them with, it seemed awful. I'd think 'This isn't the way our lives are supposed to be going.' Then I'd think 'Half the world has the same idea.

Confucius say if man want to grow one row of corn, first must shovel one ton of shit.

you'll find that God often chooses to speak through the dying and the insane...A healthy person might be apt to filter the divine message, to alter it with his or her own personality. In other words, a healthy person might make a shitty prophet.

Definition Of A Wanderer: A guy who's always looking beyond

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

There were no ghosts. Only memory.

What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...

What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I'm concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

There came a time when you realised that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

Want a Coke?" Abra asked. "Sugar solves lots of problems, that's what I think.

Doesn't look like a monster, does he?" "They rarely do.

I don't like people. They fuck me up