Quotes from Stephen King

Oh, about beer I never lie, Crandall said. A man who lies about beer makes enemies.

HEY, BOBBY TERRY, YOU SCROOOOWED IT UP!

King looked back at Roland. As The Man With No Name--a fantasy version of Clint Eastwood--you were okay. A lot of fun to partner up with. Is that how you think of it? Yes. But then you changed. Right under my hand. It got so I couldn't tell if you were the hero, the antihero, or no hero at all. When you let the kid drop, that was the capper. You said you made me do that. Looking Roland straight in the eyes--blue meeting blue amid the endless choir of voices--King said, I lied, brother.

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

M-O-O-N Spells moon

I love you with all that passes for my heart. I suspect that kind of all-out love becomes a burden to a woman in time, but it's the only kind I have to give.

Cats are the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there

He used to say what you deserve has nothing to do with where you finish.

The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Chris: I'm never gonna get out of this town am I, Gordie? Gordie: You can do anything you want, man. Chris: Yeah, sure. Give me some skin. Gordie: I'll see ya. Chris: Not if I see you first.

The Writer: [voiceover] I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human being. It happened in the summer of 1959-a long time ago, but only if you measure in terms of years. I was living in a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock. There were only twelve hundred and eighty-one people. But to me, it was the whole world.

She had always consciously or unconsciously formed fear into a simple equation: fears = unknown.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

More coffee?" Hodges declines with a smile. Hot can only do so much for bad coffee.

All alcohol smells the same to me, of sadness and loss.

Well, you know what they say, Jamie: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto.

maybe the world needs a cadre of smartasses to liven things up, who knows?

The wife whose sweetly given reply in the face of any problem would be, Whatever you think is best, dear. Women, take note: a wife like that never needs to fear bubbling away the last of her life through a cut throat.

The gunslinger said, I used to think the most terrible thing would be to reach the Dark Tower and find the top room empty. The God of all universes either dead or nonexistent in the first place. But now...suppose there is someone there, Eddie? Someone in charge who turns out to be... He couldn't finish. Eddie could. Someone who turns out to be just another bumhug? Is that it? God not dead but feeble-minded and malicious?

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Ka is a friend to evil as well as good. It embraces both.

and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.