Quotes from Stephen King

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It had been no struggle to turn his face to the south and leave it behind — but it had hurt his heart.

After that we're going to be heroes. Not because we want to, but because there are no other options.

That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.

He had live long enough to know there was a little scumbag in everyone, but it didn't help much when you had to take out the trash.

There ain't no power in heaven or on earth that can stop people from thinkin the worst when they want to.

Thanks to you guys and girls who read my stuff, too. May you have long days and pleasant nights.

Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.

Many already leaving Sobriety City on the Alcohol Express

I did something good for you just now. Before the sun goes down tonight, I want you to pass it on.

Plus, dreams don't have to be logical, do they? Dreams are poems from the subconscious.

A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them—words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.

a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.

Try to write your own story. Consider writing about yourself, or rewriting something in your life you wished had gone differently. Then, be brave and share with someone what you've written. How did this process feel for you?

Sometimes God uses a broken tool.

It starts here. From its field of roses, the Dark Tower cries out in its beast's voice. Time is a face on the water.

There is nothing of God or Light in that heartless sound - it is all black winter and dark ice.

So for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door, first amazed, then ironically amused. Here he was in a world which struck him dumb with fresh wonders seemingly at every step, a world where carriages flew trough the air and paper seemed as cheap as sand. And the newest wonder was simply that for these people, wonder had run out: here, in a place of miracles, he saw only dull faces and plodding bodies.

I want to go to war, Eddie Dean said calmly. You don't know what you're talking about, Roland said, but you're going to find out. Eddie nodded. They went to their war.

If you find a footnote, " a library-science prof once told a class of which I was a part, "step on its head and kill it before it can breed.

Reverend was right about one thing: people always want a reason for the bad things in life. Sometimes there ain't one.

In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

The world has a way of keeping things in balance.