Quotes from Stephen King

When you write, you want to get rid of the world, do you not? Of coarse you do. When you're writing, you're creating your own worlds.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong.

I understood something else, too - that one kiss didn't change a thing. Anyone can give a kiss, after all; a kiss was how Judas Iscariot showed the Romans which one was Jesus.

But music lasts, even pop music. Especially pop music. Sneer at 'Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head' if you want to, but people will still be listening to that silly piece of shit fifty years from now.

OH SHIT! I BELIEVE IN ALL OF THOSE THINGS! he shouted, and it was true: even at eleven he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

She was satisfied with the answer God had given Moses from the burning bush when Moses had seen fit to question. Who are you? Mose asks, and God comes back from that bush just as pert as you like: I Am, Who I AM. In other words, Mose, stop beatin around this here bush and get your old ass in gear.

What you need to remember is that there's a difference between lecturing about what you know and using it to enrich the story. The latter is good. The former is not.

they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

They said it was going fine and gave him those dazed, fuck-struck smiles of which only newlyweds are capable.

When it comes to the past, we all stack the deck.

it's the stories of our childhood that make the deepest impressions and last the longest.

There is no bad time for good news.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

I suppose it doesn't matter much. A lot of things don't matter, but it doesn't keep a man from wondering about them, I've noticed.

The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

But there are weak men who can lift cars if their wives are pinned underneath. The brain, Garraty. McVries's voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. It isn't man or God. It's something...in the brain.

The key to good description begins with clear seeing and ends with clear writing, the kind of writing that employs fresh images and simple vocabulary.

There were fourteen steps exactly fourteen. But the top one was smaller, out of proportion, as if it had been added to avoid the evil number.

And what makes you think you're a main character in anything but your own mind?

After all, there are other worlds than these and that fuckin train rolls through all of them.

It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.