Quotes from Stephen King

That's what a shrink is for; friends and neighbors; their job is to fuck the mentally disturbed and make them pregnant with sanity.

life is what we make it and acceptance is the key to all our affairs.

Why does she have to be such a...such a... Go on, I said. The truth is never cussing, Son. Such a bitch!

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

Whenever anything happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

If you kill what you love, you're damned.

The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution.

For, I said, a murdered man or woman dies not in God's time, but in Man's. He... or she... is cut short before he... or she... can atone for sin, and so all errors must be forgiven. When you think of it that way, all murderers are a gateway for heaven.

Back in the main corridor—what Luke now understood to be the residents' wing—the little girls, Gerda and Greta, were standing and watching with wide, frightened eyes. They were holding hands and clutching dolls as identical as they were. They reminded Luke of twins in some old horror movie.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. "You came!" Jake shouted. "You really came!" "I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.

You didn't get sober to be stupid, Danny. Keep it in mind the next time you start listening to that itty-bitty shitty committee inside your head.

Children learn much more by mute example than by spoken rules, or so it seems to me.

A frightening possibility suddenly occurred to him: maybe sometimes things didn't just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up.

I think it was the first real pain I ever felt in my life...It wasn't what I thought it would be at all. It didn't put an end to me as a person. I think...it gave me a basis for comparison, finding out you could still exist inside the pain, in SPITE of the pain.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.

You know, King said, I'm not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it's not; it's the reason I write them down.

Mothers were naturals for law enforcement, because toddlers, like criminals, were often belligerent and destructive.

There's three things ye can do in any situation, girl, her father had told her once. Ye can decide to do a thing, ye can decide not to do a thing... or ye can decide not to decide. That last, her da had never quite come out and said (he hadn't needed to) was the choice of weaklings and fools.

The universe is large, he thought. It contains multitudes. It also contains me, and in this moment I am wonderful. I have a right to be wonderful.

The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.

first the smiles, then the lies. Last comes gunfire.

He was only twelve, and understood that his experience of the world was limited, but one thing he was quite sure of: when someone said trust me, they were usually lying through their teeth.

The fears of children were simpler and usually more powerful. The fears of children could often be summoned up in a single face... and if bait were needed, why, what child did not love a clown?