Quotes by Stephen King

But I think there are a set of experiences that turn a potential writer into a working writer, and then there are places in your life were you start to recognize what you want to do.

Even when love isn't enough, somehow it is.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there. And still on your feet.

Mornings belong to whatever is new. The current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.

I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in the Easter Bunny. I believe in the Tooth Fairy. But I don't believe in you. This is battery acid. Now, you disappear!

I hated high school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there's something wrong with you.

Sometimes an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend.

The man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

You can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will.

When a codependent is drowning, somebody else's life flashes before his eyes.

There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.

Her color was high, and there were deep dimples at the corners of her mouth. She looked nine miles out of place, but he had never loved her more. This was Willa on the edge of a smile.

Nobody likes a clown at midnight.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

I been fixing the plumbing in here for ten years. I ain't never had to wear no tie before.

Laughter, is like a hurricane, once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

The soil of a man's heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

I'm still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.

Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win.

JK Rowling created seven horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and her books will live forever.

That's something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.

A grandfather clause, I thought. And what place was more fitted for one than an old-age home?

I did spend years as an addict, so I know that world, although I wish I didn't.

I was a twenty-one-year-old virgin with literary aspirations.

Atonement was powerful; it was the lock on the door you closed against the past.

Bad news should always come after lunch.. first thing in the morning everything left a bruise.

He went into the bathroom, set his Coleman lamp on the sink so that it illuminated the mirror, and for the next fifteen minutes he practiced smiling. He was getting very good at it.

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

In bowling and in life, if a person made the spares, the strikes would take care of themselves.

And the wind gonna rise up, baby
and blow my blues away.

The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high... but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.

I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

He liked the way his laughter sounded with theirs. It was the sound he had never heard before: not mingled laughter -- he heard that lots of times -- but mingled laughter of which his own was a part.

And I believe happiness is the exact opposite of sadness, bitterness, and hatred: happiness should remain unexamined as long as possible.

Families, when a child is born Want it to be intelligent. I, through intelligence, Having wrecked my whole life, Only hope the baby will prove Ignorant and stupid. Then he will crown a tranquil life By becoming a Cabinet Minister.

Sixty-four has a way of forgetting what twenty-one was like. So we won't talk about blame.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years -- if it ever did end -- began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

Everything's a lot tougher when it's for real. That's when you choke. When it's for real.

Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a coincidence is just a coincidence.

Coincidences happen, but I've come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.

To us, Stu. May we have happy days, satisfied minds, and little or no low back pain.

I'm going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

Terror washed through him, and then was replaced by a sense of cosmic absurdity.

You will not see what you do not look for maggot.

He had discovered that there was not just one God but many, and some were more than cruel -- they were insane, and that changed all. Cruelty, after all, was understandable. With insanity, however, there was no arguing.

It's always darkest before the dawn.

The truth is in the details.

The book is not the important part. The book is the delivery system. The important part is the story and the talent.

A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand -- or perhaps a claw -- was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle's screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.

What's behind the door or lurking at the top of the stairs is never as frightening as the door or the staircase itself.

Writing good dialogue is art as well as craft.

It's dialogue that gives your cast their voices, and is crucial in defining their characters.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

Or was it a kind of egotism masquerading as strength? She knew men were taught (primarily by other men, of course) that they were to keep their pain to themselves, but she also knew marriage was supposed to undo some of that teaching.

After all, you're his number one fan.

Ending is just another word for goodbye.

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

Embrace your female side. Every man has one.

They'll float, it growled, they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

I done a few things in my life that I'm not proud of, but this is the first time I ever felt really actually in danger of hell.

An old man's body is nothing but a sack in which he carries aches and indignities.

That last bit of babble had gone home. How was they supposed to know, that was ungrammatical but right.

American grammar doesn't have the sturdiness of British grammar, but it has its own scruffy charm.

Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it so much and just let it happen.

Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

'Help me find some guts,' Eddie said. 'That's my wish. Help me find the guts to try and finish this damned thing.'

She didn't want to close herself into this bad-smelling room with the old woman, but when there was no choice, hesitation was ever a fault.

That's the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the most inopportune moments.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures.

It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a tremendous cost.

Hear me, I beg. We say thankee.

I believe that anyone using the phrase 'That's so cool' should have to stand in the corner.

I suppose you'd have to say that my interest in the subject fell somewhere between the Land of Hobbies and the Kingdom of Obsession.

In polite society, we call our obsessions hobbies.

If you've every been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.

You grew up, became a man, had to adjust to taking less than you hoped for; you discovered the dream-machine had a big OUT OF ORDER sign on it.

Anger is the most useless emotion, Henchick intoned, destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

Invitation to Dance-
It's a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.
But we'll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark.
May I have the pleasure?

I am your number one fan.

What if death drives us insane? What if we survive, but it drives us insane? What then?

He sketches a world of Darwinian struggle where all the savages wear three-piece suits.

He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes. -- Doctor Sleep.

I believe there's another dozen thoughts in my head lined up behind each one I'm aware of.

There's always someone who knows something.

When you spend your life taking care of mudmen, you can't help getting a little dirty yourself.

The dead do not see, unless they look from a brighter place than this darkling plain where ignorant armies clash by night.

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

There are lots of guys out there who write a better prose line than I do and who have a better understanding of what people are really like and what humanity is supposed to mean -- hell, I know that.

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

Fantasy fiction is essentially about the concept of power; great fantasy fiction is about people who find it at great cost or lose it tragically; mediocre fantasy fiction is about people who have it and never lose it but simply wield it.

Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.

If seven hundred monkeys typed for seven hundred years, one of them would turn out the works of Shakespeare,.

She didn't like seeing that look in his face, but she wanted to see it there, she did. He was a man, wasn't he? And sometimes men had to learn what it was to be afraid of a woman.

I feel like a man standing at the mouth of an old mine-shaft that is full of cave-ins waiting to happen, standing there and saying goodbye to the daylight.

That rational voice was right to be frightened. There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.

Words have weight.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

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

Satan's First Law of Malignity -- to wit, if the worst can happen, it usually will.

Being needed is a great thing. Maybe the great thing.

It's terrible to be alone and frightened at any age, but I think it's worse when you're old.

If you think getting old is tough for men, let me tell you, it's no picnic for women. Once your tits fall, you become pretty much visible to fifty percent of the population.

There was an abyss. And books contained magical incantations to raise what was hidden there, all the great mysteries.

If you think you've gone insane ... you're nuts.

What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.

Shiny happy people don't hold guns in their laps that way.

A product is something made in a factory; a brand is something that is bought by the customer. A product can be copied by a competitor; a brand is unique. A product can be quickly outdated; a successful brand is timeless.

An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It should say: Listen. Come in here. You want to know about this.

You need openness and inability to do anything other than get to the point.

Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.

What I didn't realize was how many doors the act of writing unlocks, as if my Dad's old fountain pen wasn't really a pen at all, but some strange variety of skeleton key.

There's an old rule of theater that goes, 'If there's a gun on the mantel in Act I, it must go off in Act III.' The reverse is also true.

Also, I suppose I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive, after all.

Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects.

Paths cross all the time in this world of our, sometimes in the strangest places.

For me, that emotional payoff is what it's all about. I want you to laugh or cry when you read a story...or do both at the same time. I want your heart, in other words. If you want to learn something, go to school.

If it had two legs and belt-loops, it was a pair of pants. Never mind the color.

The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey.

God doesn't bribe, child. He just makes a sign and lets people take it as they will.

Puppies are God's idea of a perfect workout program.

If you drop a book into the toilet, you can fish it out, dry it off and read that book. But if you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you're pretty well done.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

Thanks to you guys and girls who read my stuff, too. May you have long days and pleasant nights.

There's an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

Could consistently tell me no without making me angry. He was a genius of no.

Successful rebellions always begin in secret.

No, no, Evie said. People won't pay to see such a poor excuse for a climax. We need a rewrite.

Resolution demands a sacrifice.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy----anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

I go where the story leads. And, sometimes, it is a little bit outrageous. And I relish that. I sort of want to be as much on the edge as I can.

Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.

Don't go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.

Tell him to shut up! Tell him there's no crying in baseball!

When it comes to rock music, I'm not much of a player, but I do have entry-level chops. I'm more knowledgeable as a listener, and Revival gave me a way to write about rock and roll without being preachy or boring.

I write about things that scare me. I've never written a snake story in my life. I myself have never written a story about snakes because they don't scare me. I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me.

And what would they find on sale? His sanity? Could be. Half-Price. Smoke and Water Damage. Everything Must Go.

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.

Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world.

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

I get inspiration, a lot of times, from very commonplace things that just strike a chord and develop themselves in the subconscious.

Help us to be true, Lord. Help us to stand.

I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.