Stephen King Quotes

The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

Life's simplest answers are often the easiest to overlook.

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.

To the devil with false modesty.

Every marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark

A man without a sense of purpose, even one whose bank accounts are stuffed with money, is always a small man.

Las personas con un alto nivel de tolerancia al aburrimiento tienen tiempo de sobra para pensar.

Don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha.

Has it ever occurred to you that parents are nothing but overgrown kids until their children drag them into adulthood? Usually kicking and screaming?

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

A hurt body and mind aren't just like a dictatorship; they are a dictatorship. There is no tyrant as merciless as pain, no despot so cruel as confusion.

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

Not every book has to be loaded with symbolism, irony, or musical language, but it seems to me that every book-at least every one worth reading-is about something.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times...because there's no place like Dome.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.

By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.

Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot if difference. They don't have to makes speeches. Just believing is usually enough.

But in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

The monster nevers dies.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

I can see your dirtypillows.

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

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

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.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

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.

The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.