Quotes by Stephen King

One of the few things my father says when hes had a few that I agree with is that kids dont have much balls in this generation. Some of them are trying to start the revolution by bombing U.S. government washrooms, but none of them are throwing Molotov cocktails at the Pentagon.

Tyler rolls out of bed, sniffs the armpits of yesterdays T-shirt, tosses it aside, gets another out of the drawer. His dad sometimes asks him why he sets his alarm so early -- its summer vacation, after all -- and Tyler cant seem to make him understand that every day is important, especially those filled with warmth and sunlight and no particular responsibilities. Its as if theres some little voice deep inside him, warning him not to waste a minute, not a single one, because time is short.

I believe instincts the iron skeleton under all our ideas of free will. Unless youre willing to take the pipe or eat the gun or take a long walk off a short dock, you cant say no to some things. You cant refuse to pick up your option because there is no option.

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!

Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.

His story is simple, because simple is always best.

A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

Do you drink?Of course,I just said I was a writer.

When asked, How do you write? I invariably answer, One word at a time.

Paths cross all the time in this world of ours, sometimes in the strangest places- Charles Jacobs

His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.

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

Heres what vampires shouldnt be: pallid detectives that drink Bloody Marys and work only at night; lovelorn southern gentlemen; anorexic teenage girls; boy-toys with big dewy eyes. What should they be? Killers, honey. Stone killers that cant get enough of that tasty Type-A. Bad boys and girls. Hunters. In other words, Midnight America. Red, white and blue, accent on the red. Those vamps got hijacked by a lot of soft-focus ro

In a book, all would have gone according to plan... but life was so fucking untidy — what could you say for an existence where some of the most crucial conversations of your life took place when you needed to take a shit, or something? An existence where there werent even any chapters?

He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isnt a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped.

Beating heroin is childs play compared to beating your childhood.

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.