Stephen King Quotes
...it was amazing, wasn't it, how bad you could hurt when there was nothing physically wrong.
And perhaps the greatest blessing was that we never knew how short the time was.
The choice, as Eddie saw it, was as simple as it was brutal: get moving and keep moving or stand in one place long enough to start thinking about what all of this meant and simply die of fright.
Kill if you will, but command me nothing!’ the gunslinger roared. ‘You have forgotten the faces of those who made you!
A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.
Paths cross all the time in this world of ours, sometimes in the strangest places- Charles Jacobs
I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.
Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full
He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isn't a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped.
The perception of a child who has not yet learned to protect itself by developing the tunnel vision that keeps out ninety percent of the universe.
No one ever forgets a toy that made him or her supremely happy as a child, even if that toy is replaced by one like it that is much nicer.
They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.
It was sweet and lovely, that smile, perhaps the more so because it wasn’t complicated by much in the way of thought.
Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.
You try to tell yourself that you've been lucky, most incredibly lucky, and usually that works because it's true. Sometimes it doesn't work, that's all. Then you cry.
Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence.
The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.
Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.
I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.
Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.
Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.
The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.
I am not the potter, nor the potter's wheel, but the potter's clay, does it depend on the value achieved intrinsic as much as the value of the clay as the wheel and master craftsmanship?
Zitner said hell would freeze over before something like that happened. Harold had a brief image of Adolf Hitler and Judas Iscariot handing out ice-skates and went on heaving sandbags.
May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.
Alone.Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
Tim Stoutheart was afraid, too, ” I said. “But he went on. I expect you to do the same.
Adulthood is accretive by nature, a thing which arrives in ragged stages and uneven overlaps.
I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way.
Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It’s what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you’re bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.
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), ...
