Stephen King Quotes
By the time he was done with the deer it had been dark three hours and his bad leg was singing 'Ave Maria'.
You can never be too thin or too rich. And if you don't believe it you were never really fat or really poor.
People who leave their drugs in a bathroom the guests use are just asking for trouble.
She could smell damprot, high, sweet, and cloying. She could smell madness like dead vegetables in a dark cellar.
He didn’t like the way things were going.There were bad omens in the wind, evil portents like bats fluttering in the dark loft of a deserted barn.
When you write a story you're telling yourself the story. When you rewrite your main job is taking out all the things that are NOT the story.
Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: 'Ka.
There were fourteen steps exactly fourteen. But the top one was smaller, out of proportion, as if it had been added to avoid the evil number.
perhaps the problem of evil is a human problem, one of an egotistical mind-set, an anthropocentric bent in our thinking and perspective.
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?
Those aren't doors, and they're not opening. Those are crypts, Richie. They're cracking open and the vampires you thought were dead are all flying out again.
Maybe this isn't home, nor ever was- maybe home is where I have to go tonight. Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.
There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.
Never tell to much. The monster is always scarier when it is still under the child's bed.
I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were?
We'll eat your steam and lap up your blood. But first, we'll drink your screams
That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.
Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams
Oh Christ, he understood more than he wanted to right now. Give me a chance, Louis thought, and I’llunderstand myself right into the nearest mental asylum.
Good! he wanted to cry out to her. Good! Because you only had to see it! I had to wear it!
There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.
No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts.
That— we seemed to have decided without saying a word— might go a long way toward spoiling something that was special, and beautiful, by virtue of its strangeness and delicacy.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable or hostile but exhausted--the quiet of people who have a great deal to think about but not a hell of a lot to say.
It would not do to tell other people, not just because they wouldn't believe but because they wouldn't care.
In a democracy we sometimes have to put up with things we don't life or approve of.
The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you make a pleasing sound. A harmonic.
It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough.