Quotes by Stephen King

It was easier to be brave when you were someone else.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

Can I be blunt on this subject? If you dont have time to read, you dont have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.

Its hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.

What Writing Is: Telepathy, of course.

Her support was a constant, one of the few good things I could take as a given. And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There’s someone who knows.” Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.

For years I dreamed of having the sort of massive oak slab that would dominate a room...

Sometimes, the embers are better then the campfire. Its strange, but its true.

Energy has a way of dissipating, you know; what can be done when youre eleven can often never be done again.

Pardon my French if youre a religious man.I am, Bill said, grinning.Then get outta my cab and go to fucking church, the cabbie said, and they both burst out laughing.

She looked out and saw a tall and comely woman beckoning to her. Susannahs first look at Mia in the flesh astounded her, because the chaps mother was *white.* Apparently Odetta-that-was now had a Caucasian side to her personality and how that must frost Detta Walkers racially sensitive butt!

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is back.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

She felt like Captain Ahab, for the first time sighting his great white whale.

The scholars greatest weakness: calling procrastination research.

Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.

His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.

Call me Richard. That’s my real name. Call me that.

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it, Larry.

that this is Russian-A flu, not the more dangerous Swine flu.