Quotes from Stephen King

It was sweet and lovely, that smile, perhaps the more so because it wasn't complicated by much in the way of thought.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die. — H. P. Lovecraft

I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one

I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

You can't help how you feel. Feelings are like breathing. They come in and go out.

Rightly tired of the pain Ä° hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If Ä° could end it, Ä° would. But Ä° can't.

Rationalism is the idea that we can ever understand anything about the state of being. It's a deathtrip. It always has been. . . . And if rationalism is a deathtrip, then irrationalism might very well be a lifetrip . . . at least until it proves otherwise.

Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction can be difficult, lonely job; it's like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There's plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.

See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD'S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.

De un extraño te puedes apartar, pero de ti mismo no.

He thought he had discovered one of life's great truths (and one he could have done without): the only thing harder than saying goodbye to yourself, a pound at a time, was saying goodbye to your friends.

Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

Love is old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a canibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile, it is always hungry

As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where faith did constant battle with doubt, was terrified that there would be no answer.

How to Draw a Picture (XII) Know when you're finished, and when you are, put your pencil or your paintbrush down. All the rest is only life.

Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit. Fiction writers, present company included, don't understand very much about what they do -- not why it works when it's good, not why it doesn't when it's bad. I figured the shorter the book, the less bullshit. Stephen King, On Writing

Andy was the part of me they could never lock up, the part of me that will rejoice when the gates finally open for me and I walk out in my cheap suit with my twenty dollars of mad-money in my pocket. That part of me will rejoice no matter how old and broken and scared the rest of me is. I guess it's just that Andy had more of that part than me, and used it better. -Red

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

Everybody likes the ice cream man.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.