Quotes from Stephen King

A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.

At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.

It would not do to tell other people, not just because they wouldn't believe but because they wouldn't care.

It's about how some people carelessly squander what others would sell their souls to have: a healthy, pain-free body. And why? Because they're too blind, too emotionally scarred, or too self-involved to see past the earth's dark curve to the next sunrise. Which always comes, if one continues to draw breath.

Is so-and-so a bigger asshole than Truman?" Few could compare—in fact, so far, officially, there was only Donald Trump and cannibals.

But I'm going, because all I've ever gotten and all I have now is somehow due to what we did then, and you pay for what you get in this world. Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for . . . and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

You have the right to remain silent,' the big cop said in his robot's voice. 'If you do not choose to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. I'm going to kill you. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand your rights as I have explained them to you?

Looking back on it, I sometimes think my life was like a Dickens novel, only with swearing.

When you're still too young to shave, optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of some growing, coalescing force; I seemed to smell the bitter ozone aroma of lightings-to-come.

Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.

He rolled in his bed, twisting the sheets, grappling with a problem years too big for him, awake in the night like a single sentinel on picket. And sometime after midnight, he slept, too, and then only the wind was awake, prying at the hotel and hooting in its gables under the bright gimlet gaze of the stars.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart .

He wanted her, suddenly and completely, with a desperate depth of feeling that felt like sickness. Everything he was and everything he had come for, it seemed, was secondary to her.

Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

Es la regla Sherlock: cuando eliminas lo imposible, lo que queda, por improbable que sea, es la respuesta.

Climb aboard, Jonesy. I'm going to send you up where the air is rare and the view is much more than fair.

The world has moved on,' we say... we've always said. But it's moving on faster now. Something has happened to time.

We all remember our pleasant dreams more clearly than the scary ones.

It was over. We had once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

If you've every been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.