Quotes from Stephen King

before victory comes temptation. And the greater the victory to win, the greater the temptation to withstand.

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries,hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent.

If it's ka, it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone.

I've spent my whole life doing some things because they were logical and not doing others because they were not. I've seen what happens when people act on intuition, or for illogical reasons. Sometimes the results are ludicrous and embarrassing; more often they are simply horrible. But here I am, just the same, behaving like a crackbrained crystal gazer.

He didn't need a psychiatrist to point out that writing had its autoerotic side — you beat a typewriter instead of your meat, but both acts depended largely on quick wits, fast hands and a heartfelt commitment to the art of the farfetched.

People who call themselves realists are often the biggest optimists of all.

We'd all be scared if we knew what was swept under the carpet of each other's minds

That was one way in which the sexes had never been equal; they were not equally dangerous.

For me writing has always been best when it's intimate, as sexy as skin on skin.

You still owe a debt. Pay it.

There are great drifting theatre curtains in the sky, and they change color as she watches: green goes to purple, purple to vermilion, vermilion to a queer bloody shade of red she cannot name. Russet perhaps comes close, but that isn't it exactly. She thinks no one has ever named the shade she's seeing.

I think we're actually talking about creative sleep. Like your bedroom, your writing room should be private, a place where you go to dream.

If life teaches anything at all it teaches that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes that there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question.

For me, the imagination which so often kept me awake and in terror as a child has seen me through some terrible bouts of stark raving reality as an adult.

My girl has got a bun in her oven, and I guess you know who did the damn cooking.

I know something else as well: there's a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters.

Every man or woman who loves [God], they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God, He Is, what He Is, and in this world He's apt to repay service with pain while those who do evil ride over the roads in Cadillac cars. Even the joy of serving Him is a bitter joy.

No. I was going to say his work changed my life, but that's not right. I don't think a teenager has much of a life to change. I just turned eighteen last month. I guess what I mean is his work changed my heart.

Loss changes you. Sometimes that's bad. Sometimes it's good. Either way, you eat your goddam pork chop and go on.

Life is more than love and pleasure, I came to dig for treasure. If you want to play, you gotta pay, You know it's always been that way We all came digging for treasure.

We always assumed the aliens would have to at least be alive to invade. Not even H.G. Wells expected an invasion of ghosts.

Everything that goes around comes around, they say, and although I've never been able to figure out who the mysteriously wise sages known as they might be, they're certainly right when it comes to time-travel.