Quotes from Stephen King

The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn't like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.

Who can remember the pangs and sweetness of those early years? We remember our first real love no more clearly than the illusions that caused us to rave during a high fever.

Holly sighs. "I'm out of cigarettes, too." "Those things will kill you," Jerome says. She gives him a flat look. "Yes! That's part of their charm.

Learning itself is a present, you know. The best one anybody can give or get.

Three days ago we not only ruled the earth, we had survivor's guilt about all the other species we'd wiped out on our climb to the nirvana of round-the-clock cable news and microwave popcorn. Now we're the Flashlight People.

Time takes it all, whether you want it or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

Has it ever occurred to you, he said abruptly, that parents are nothing but overgrown kids until their children drag them into adulthood? Usually kicking and screaming? I shook my head. Tell you what I think, he said, I think that part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do—to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down...

You needn't die happy when your day comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from beginning to end and ka is always served.

Perhaps kids really did come into the world trailing clouds of glory, as Wordsworth had so confidently proclaimed, but they also shit in their pants until they learned better.

How I wish you were fear.

As W.H. Auden pointed out, the Reaper takes the rolling in money, the screamingly funny, and those who are very well hung. But that isn't where Auden starts his list. He starts with the innocent young.

Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

There were no violins or warning bells when I pulled the janitor's theme off the top of the stack and set it before me, no sense that my little life was about to change. But we never know, do we? Life turns on a dime.

By then I was a teenager, and teenagers say anything to hurt when they are hurting.

It was, he supossed, one of the adventages of having married a doctor- you could shove the kid at your husband whenever the kid seemed to be dying.

He wanted what evil men always want: to have power and use that power to make mischief.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

I don't want to be a Disney prince. To hell with that. If I have to be a prince, I want to be a dark one.