Quotes from Stephen King

Pride was the belt you could use to hold up your pants even after your pants were gone

The crowd had the plump, righteous, slightly constipated look that seems the exclusive province of businessmen who belong to the GOP.

There's a Reason Cell Rhymes with Hell

He reached out with one bird-claw hand. He closed it around my wrist and I could feel the hot cancer that was loose and raving through his body, eating anything and everything left that was still good to eat.

Ralph reflected for a moment on the similarities between loneliness and insomnia — how they were both insidious, cumulative, and divisive, the friends of despair and the enemies of love.

Writing is good. He's always wanted to do it, and now he is. That's good. Only who knew it hurt so much?

You don't have to look back to see those children; part of your mind will see them forever, live with them forever, love with them forever. They are not necessarily the best part of you, but they were once the repository of all you could become.

Sometimes parents needed to be protected.

It occured to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it ws the cries of the badly wounded andf deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of it's axis.

The only stupid question, my cullies, is the one you don't ask.

In the end, though, it's all about giving back the teeth that the current 'sweetie-vamp' craze has, by and large, stolen from the bloodsuckers. It's about making them scary again.

If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit

Sometimes, dead is bettah - Jud Crandall, Pet Sematary

He needs to be corrected, if you don't mind me saying so. He needs a good talking-to, and perhaps a bit more. My own girls, sir, didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of my matches and tried to burn it down. I corrected them. I corrected them most harshly. And when my wife tried to stop me from doing my duty, I corrected her.

Oh, I suppose all men of intelligence know how fragile such things as Law and Justice and Civilization really are, but it's not a thing they think of willingly, because it disturbs one's rest and plays hob with one's appetite.

there will always be books. ... Books are real objects . Books are friends . ... They're also ideas and emotions.

Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around.

When it started not to hurt, it started not to matter.

Sure. Sure you have. I never forget a face.

The palm of his hand was a dull red. Not a good sign. I jerk off left-handed, he thought, at least that's something.

Sometimes we just get it wrong.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

Beg your pardon, the gunslinger said. I was wool-gathering.

It's God's nature to come on in the bottom of the ninth, Tom had told her.