Quotes from Stephen King

Truth was sometimes not the same as reality—this was one of the certainties that lived in the hollow, cavey place at the center of his divided nature.

Because it's trouble, and it's in our road. We'll get there in time. No need to live in trouble until trouble comes.

He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, awakening in the night, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.

Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.

Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful

Liars see their own kind everywhere.

The road to recovery led through the Land of Pain, that was all.

What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Everything in the Universe denies 'nothing'. To suggest an ending is the one absurdity -The Man in Black from Stephen King's The Gunslinger

Then they will have drinks and a meal and talk about the grace of God and how everything happens for a reason. God's grace is a pretty cool concept. It stays intact every time it's not you.

if you found enough cat hairs in a person's house, you pretty much had to assume there was a feline on the premises somewhere

I scratched the word HELLO in small letters. ... And as names go, it's a good one, isn't it? In spite of all the damage that followed, I still think that's the perfect name for a picture drawn by a man who was trying his best not to be sad anymore - who was trying to remember how it felt to be happy.

We drank because we're drunks. We never get better. We get a daily reprieve based on our spiritual condition, and that's it.

Tied to my reading lamp was a single balloon. Filled with helium, it floated in a morning sunray which slanted in through one of the high windows. On it was a picture of my face, the eyes gone, blood running down from the ragged sockets, a scream distorting the mouth on the balloon's thin and bulging rubber skin. I looked at it and I screamed.

Most books about writing are filled with bullshit. Fiction writers, present company included, don't understand very much about what they do—not why it works when it's good, not why it doesn't when it's bad.

Around and around it went, and what was round had no point, any fool knew that.

Great events turn on small hinges

I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is more unsettling.

Never will you talk to me like that again.

The mad King, the bad King, the sad King. Ring-a-ding-ding, all hail the King!

Like measles, mumps, or rubella, tragedy was contagious. Unlike those diseases, there was no vaccine.

I don't believe in any actual thinking God that marks the fall of every bird in Australia or every bug in India, a God that records all of our sins in a big golden book and judges us when we die—I don't want to believe in a God who would deliberately create bad people and then deliberately send them to roast in a hell He created—but I believe there has to be something.

It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I've found. You wouldn't think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world's tilted, and there's an end to it.

Do you know what magic does, Charlie?' I thought it did all sorts of things–allowing hapless pilgrims such as myself to visit other worlds, for instance–but I shook my head. 'It gives people hope, and hope is dangerous.

An accident is sometimes an unhappy woman's best friend.