Quotes by Stephen King

Good books dont give up all their secrets at once.

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but youll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.

You want to remember that while youre judging the book, the book is also judging you.

Without story books is like a person with no soul.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it. You prime a pump with your own water, you work the handle with your own strength. You do this because you expect to get back more than you give.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries,hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent.

Good books are for consideration after, too.

Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.

If I show up at your house ten years from now and find nothing in your living room but The Readers Digest, nothing on your bedroom night table but the newest Dan Brown novel, and nothing in your bathroom but Jokes for the John, I’ll chase you down to the end of your driveway and back, screaming ‘Where are your books? You graduated college ten years ago, so how come there are no damn books in your house? Why are you living on the intellectual equivalent of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese?

If someone had asked him, “Ben, are you lonely? , ” he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams;

If someone had asked him, “Ben, are you lonely? , ” he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams...

Theres nothing I like better than a good book discussion with someone who can hold up his end of the argument.

The things of the world fell by the wayside . . . but literature was eternal.

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, its when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, its when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. Its when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, theres nothing there...

I tend to scare myself.

Eddie discovered one of his childhoods great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

If a fear cannot be articulated, it cant be conquered.

Love didnt grow very well in a place where there was only fear

Before drifting away entirely, he found himself reflecting---not for the first time---on the peculiarity of adults. Thet took laxatives, liquor, or sleeping pills to drive away their terrors so that sleep would come, and their terrors were so tame and domestic: the job, the money, what the teacher will think if I cant get Jennie nicer clothes, does my wife still love me, who are my friends. They were pallid compared to the fears every child lies cheek and jowl with in his dark bed, with no one to confess to in hope of perfect understanding but another child. There is no group therapy or psychiatry or community social services for the child who must cope with the thing under the bed or in the cellar every night, the thing which leers and capers and threatens just beyond the point where vision will reach. The same lonely battle must be fought night after night and the only cure is the eventual ossification of the imaginary faculties, and this is called adulthood.