Stephen King Quotes

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

no knowledge obtained without risk

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?

Mister, we deal in lead.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

It's a long way back to Eden, Sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.

I always like to see enlightened parents like that; it gives me hope for the future.

Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.

You don't always talk with your mouth. Sometimes what you say with your mouth hardly matters at all. You have to signify

If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

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

Make-up covers a multitude of sins.

If I kept saying it; if I kept reaching out. My accident really taught me just one thing: the only way to go on is to go on. To say 'I can do this' even when you know you can't.

If you want to play, you gotta pay.

Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

All Thing Serve the Beam

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

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

There's a lot of things people think they can't do and then discover they can when they find themselves tight-wired.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn’t question knowing.

There’s always someone who knows something.

It was as hysterical as a woman having a hot flash.

You cant be too careful on a skateboard.

A library card is good to have, you can never have too much ID.

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

C-C-Can you get bones in your buh-buh-brain?' Bill asked. This was turning into the most interesting conversation he'd had in weeks.

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

It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.

Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.

By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).

This was the Darker Life, where every truth was written backward.