Quotes from Stephen King

What I know now is that gallant young men rarely get pussy. Put it on a sampler and hang it in your kitchen.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!

Semi-automatics have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in awhile, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use – their only other use – is to kill people

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just Ã¢â'¬Â¦ come out the other side. Or you don't.

Good days and long nights to ya, sai.

Why is it that so many people think all the answers are in their wallet?

Maybe people really don't change as much as we think. Maybe they just... maybe they just stiffen up.

We're all dying. The world's just a hospice with fresh air.

That lesson suggests that in the end, we can only find peace in our human lives by accepting the will of the universe.

That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what.

But who knows how long a grief may last? Isn't it possible that, even thirty or forty years after the death of a child or a brother or a sister, one may half waken, thinking of that person with the same lost emptiness, that feeling of places which may never be filled... not even in death?

He didn't know if that was really true or not, but he discovered something which was tremendously liberating: he didn't care. He was very tired of thinking and thinking and still not knowing. He was also tired of being frightened, like a man who has entered a cave on a lark and now begins to suspect he is lost. Stop thinking about it, then. That's the solution.

The truth is in the details.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

One does not always need to hear a slam to know that the door has been closed.

Doc," Jack Torrance said. "Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you." "No," Danny said. "Oh Danny, for God's sake—" "No," Danny said. He took one of his father's bloody hands and kissed it. "It's almost over.

I'm not particularly keen on writing which exhaustively describes the physical characteristics of the people in the story and what they're wearing… I can always get a J. Crew catalogue… …So spare me, if you please, the hero's 'sharply intelligent blue eyes' and 'outthrust determined chin'.

It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

The crazy people of the world...shouldn't get to win. If God won't make it better after they do have their shitty little victories, then ordinary people have to. They have to try, at least.

Hearts don't really break. If only they could.

All things serve the beam

I used to work for this guy before I came here...He used to tell me that 'never' is the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.