Quotes from Stephen King

May we have happy days, satisfied minds, and little or no low back pain.

Hot chocolate in Central Park! What was the Dark Tower compared to that?

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

Wait or me where the trees clear and the water's sweet. I'll come to ye, ay, as sure as dawn makes shadows run west.

I've been sleepwalking again, my dear. / The plants are moving under the rug.

You play the game to the end. That's how it works; play to the end.

Telekinesis is the ability to move objects or to cause changes in objects by force of the mind.

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

I can sense those memories . . . waiting to be born. They're like clouds filled with rain. Only this rain would be very dirty. The plants that grew after a rain like that would be monsters.

Harold glared sullenly at him again, the eyes those of a piggy little boy who wants the whole cookie jar to himself. Ain't he going to be surprised, Stu thought, when he finds out a girl isn't a jar of cookies.

The devil was unpredictable. He had been an angel once.

Tell you what, why don't you think of whoever wrote your first good book? I'm talking about the one that got under you like a magic carpet and lifted you right off the ground. Do you know what I'm talking about?" They know. It's on every face that faces his.

Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them.

If ka will say so, let it be so.

The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.

When had men not been mystified by women? They were the magic that men dreamed of, and sometimes their dreams were nightmares.

If you want to write, you write. The only way to learn to write is by writing.

She's the Queen Bitch of Castle Hell. If you mess with her, she'll eat you alive.

Danny strolled to the town common, sat on one of the benches in Teenytown and took one of the bottles out of the bag, looking down on it like Hamlet with Yorick's skull

her whole life had been a long and easy dream to lull her helplessly into this waking nightmare.

Ladies and gentlemen, attention, please! Come in close where everyone can see! I got a tale to tell, it isn't gonna cost a dime! (And if you believe that, we're gonna get along just fine.)

As Wendy watched them they burst into a chord of tinkling, girlish laughter. She felt a smile touch her own lips; not one of them could be under sixty.

An old man's body is nothing but a sack in which he carries aches and indignities.