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people had the mistaken idea that Poe wrote fantastic stories about the supernatural, when in fact he wrote realistic stories about abnormal psychology.

Stephen King

Beyond the reach of human rage A drop of hell, a touch of strange ...

It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.

Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

Creepy as hell. You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?

I don't want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world but opted for the Home Shopping Network Instead)…

Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.

Upon being asked by a fan how to become a writer, Stephen King replied, Write.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?' - Yes. - My Imagination. - I thought you were going to say Fear, itself. - Then you have a small imagination.

Something else I want you to know: how glad I am, Constant Reader, that we're both still here. Cool, isn't it?

How cruel would a supreme being have to be to make a world as fucked-up as this one?

The arguments against insanity fall through with a soft shirring sound; these are the sounds of dead voices on dead records floating down the broken shaft of memory. When I turn to you to ask if you remember, When I turn to you in our bed

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.

Ben smiled back, 'Mark Twain said a novel was a confession to everything by a man who had never done anything.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die. — H. P. Lovecraft

And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?

Bool! The end.

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.

The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul