Quotes from Stephen King

It seemed right to do it this way, because the rite of passage is a magic corridor and so we always provide an aisle - it's what you walk down when you get married, what they carry you down when you get buried. Our corridor was those twin rails, and we walked between them, just bopping along toward whatever this was supposed to mean.

A sense that you had gone beyond yourself and could go farther still.

If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?

Think what you will, blackbird, for I'll be here long after thee's gone they course and died thy death.

Once upon a bye, before your grandfather's grandfather was born, on the edge of an unexplored wilderness called the Endless Forest, there lived a boy named Tim

The night was cold, chilling the sweat on his face, but the air was as sweet and crisp as the first bite of a fall apple. Above him was a half-moon and what seemed like a trillion stars. To match the trillion pebbles, just as mysterious, that we walk over everyday, he thought. Mystery above, mystery below. Weight, mass, reality: mystery all around.

Some memories battened onto a person's mind like evil leeches, and certain words could bring them instantly back to squirming, feverish life.

Very well. I am now a man with now food, with two less fingers and one less toe than I was born with; I am a gunslinger with shells which may not fire; I am sickening from a monster's bite and have no medicine; I have a day's water if I'm lucky; I may be able to walk perhaps a dozen miles if I press myself to the last extremity. I am, in short, a man on the edge of everything.

Beans, beans, the musical fruit, The more you eat, the more you toot.

The sunlight pouring in the east window came through her lids and made a dark red beet soup that moved with the rhythm of her heart...

I've got icewater in my veins and I hope you freeze on the first bite. Come on, you busher! Batter-fucking-up!

They ought to make it a law that you have to get a license, or at least a learner's permit, before you're allowed to talk. Until you pass your Talker's Test, you should have to be a mute.

He sat there studiously bent over his work (Bill saw him), which lay in a slant of crisp white winterlight, his face sober and absorbed, knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

What you write down sometimes leaves you forever, like old photographs left in the bright sun, fading to nothing but white. I pray for that sort of release.

Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I don't know why. It's just one of those mystery facts.

And way across, on the other side, this is crazy, but I thought I saw that hotel you talked about. Then I blinked my eyes—the wind was so strong they were tearing up—and when I looked again, it was gone." Bucky doesn't smile. "You're not the only person who's seen that. I'm not a superstitious man, but I wouldn't go anywhere near where the Overlook Hotel used to stand. Bad stuff happened there.

This is the girl they keep calling a monster. I want you to keep that firmly in mind. The girl who could be satisfied with a hamburger and a dime root beer after her only school dance so her momma wouldn't be worried . . .

All at once, life seemed very full.

surely they had passed the worst. All the luck had been against them, but sooner or later even the worst luck changes.

Thought only gives the world an appearance of order to anyone weak enough to be convinced by its show.

I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.

Bill could smell Its breath and it was a smell like exploded animals lying on the highway at midnight.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, 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.

or to lick along the smooth velvet lining of a woman's mouth with his tongue.