Quotes from Stephen King

Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends—maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.

We are the True Knot," they responded. "What is tied may never be untied.

McVries seemed not to have heard. These things, they don't even bear the weight of conversation, he said, J.D. Salinger...John Knowles...even James Kirkwood and that guy Don Bredes...they've destroyed being an adolescent, Garraty. If you're a sixteen-year-boy, you can't discuss the pains of adolescent love with any decency anymore. You just come off sounding like fucking Ron Howard with a hardon. McVries laughed a little hysterically.

What's flattery?" "Flattery," Wendy told him, "is when your daddy says he likes my new yellow slacks even if he doesn't or when he says I don't need to take off five pounds." "Oh. Is it lying for fun?" "Something very like that." He had been looking at her closely and now said: "You're pretty, Mommy." He frowned in confusion when they exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

Dead people put on weight, it seems to me; both in their flesh and in our minds, they put on weight.

What was he thinking? The Internet did not predict the future; only the pink Kindle did that.

As the twig is bent, so the bough is shaped.

You see, I may be trying to forget, but I still remember quite a lot.

Develop a little self-righteousness. A lot of that is an ugly thing, God knows, but a little applied over all your scruples is an absolute necessity! It is to the soul what a good sun-block is to the skin during the heat of summer.

God pounds his nails.

The pain wasn't tidal. That was the lesson of the dream which was really a memory. The pain only appeared to come and go. The pain was like the piling, sometimes covered and sometimes visible, but always there.

He thought one of the universal truths of life was that, sooner or later, someone always paid.

The souls of humans have become poor and transparent things.

by 11:00 A.M. I needed coffee desperately. A gallon or so seemed about right.

The world is insane. You only have to watch the news to know it.

the powers that be have a way of outlawing many beautiful things made by ordinary people. I don't know why that should be, I only know it is.

Soft and sweet and mellow, the song came back and lingered, following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went unremembered.

Don't sweat the small stuff, it's a long walk back to EDEN. Carolyn Roberts

Fright and loss leave residue.

Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners.

Are you sure you wouldn't like to run? A game of tag, perhaps? All we have is time, you know. An eternity of time. Or shall we end it? Might as well. After all, we're missing the party.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it had started.

person did what a person could, whether it was setting up gravestones or trying to convince twenty-first-century men and women that there were monsters in the world, and their greatest advantage was the unwillingness of rational people to believe.

They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.