Quotes by Stephen King

I never think of stories as made things; I think of them as found things. As if you pull them out of the ground, and you just pick them up. Someone once told me that that was me low-balling my own creativity. That might or might not be the case. But still, on the story I am working on now, I do have some unresolved problem. It doesn’t keep me awake at nights. I feel like when it comes down, it will be there...

If you wrote something for which someone sent you a cheque, if you cashed the cheque and it didnt bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

Its best to have your tools with you. If you dont, youre apt to find something you didnt expect and get discouraged.

But in the wake of Bullet, all the guys wanted to know was, Hows it doing? Hows it selling? How to tell them I didnt give a flying fuck how it was doing in the marketplace, that what I cared about was how it was doing in the readers heart?

I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it wont carry a quitter.

Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I dont know why. Its just one of those mystery facts.

Its how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

Strong delusions travel like cold germs on a sneeze.

I cant understand why people use religion to hurt each other when theres already so much pain in the world.

Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because Hes a hard God, a jealous God.

Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.

The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go

Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.

She couldnt be on his wavelength all the time. Thats all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

About halfway through I broke down crying, which I hadnt expected. I was a little ashamed, but only a little;it was her, you see, and she never taxed me with the times that I slipped from the way I thought a man should be...the way I thought I should be, at any rate. A man with a good wife is the luckiest of Gods creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they dont know how poorly off they are.

I know how bad you boys feel, but the sun will still come up tomorrow. And when it does, you ll feel better. When the sun comes up the day after tomorrow, a little better still. This is just a part of your life, and its over. It would have been better to win, but either way, its over. Life will go on.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard