Quotes from Stephen King

Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society's map. What others don't know about it is what makes it yours.

When you couldn't sleep, when you were afraid to look around because of what you might see, time elongated and grew sharp teeth.

a quote from Benjamin Franklin: Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin, that's all.

she was still uncomfortable about her own motives and afraid to examine them too deeply

Religion is the theological equivalent of a quick-buck insurance scam, where you pay in your premium year after year, and then, when you need the benefits you paid for so – pardon the pun – so religiously, you discover the company that took your money does not, in fact, exist.

There's no way you can prepare for a broken heart.

Hicks was examining the paperbacks Maura had culled from the shelves: Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Joe Hill.

In the sudden, brief silence, she heard something within her turn over. Perhaps only her soul.

Hugh stretched out one hand and stroked the fur. It felt cold and rich, it crackled with silky static electricity. Stroking it was like stroking a clear autumn night.

Roland opened his eyes and said, Goodbye, Jake. I love you, dear.

Put not your trust in the princes of this world, for they will frig thee up and so shalt their governments, even unto the end of the earth.

At fifty-one you had to keep running just to escape the avalanche of your own past.

Perhaps all the science-fiction stories he read about time travel when he was a teenager had it right: you can't change the past, no matter how you try.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

Or perhaps it was the voice of the Darker Girl.

It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.

The Question was this: If you could jump into a time machine and go back to 1932, would you kill Hitler?

Never trust anything a fiction writer says about himself.

The crowd could not know that they were cheering but somehow they did, somehow they understood that the circle between death-worship and death-wish had been completed for another year and the crowd went completely loopy, convulsing itself in greater and greater paroxysms.

His so-fucking-vivid imagination rarely gave him the horrors, but when it did, God help him. God help him once it was warmed up. It was not only warmed up now, it was hot and running on full choke. That there was no sense at all in what he was thinking made not a whit of difference in the dark. In the dark, rationality seemed stupid and logic a dream. In the dark he thought with his skin.

If you can't afford a movie, go to the zoo. If you can't afford the zoo, go see a politician.

Mostly I was just plain freaked. Not mentally tottering, I think a human mind that's moderately well-adjusted can absorb a lot of strangeness before it actually totters, but freaked, yes.

Pennywise: I'll kill you all! Ha-ha! I'll drive you crazy and then I'll kill you all! I'm every nightmare you ever had! I am your worst dream come true! I'm everything you ever were afraid of!