Quotes by Stephen King

Kill you all! The clown was laughing and screaming. Try to stop me and Ill kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You cant stop me!

Some of these guys will go on walking long after the laws of biochemistry and handicapping have gone by the boards. There was a guy last year that crawled for two miles at four miles an hour after both of his feet cramped up at the same time, you remember reading about that? Look at Olson, hes worn out but he keeps going. That goddam Barkovitch is running on high-octane hate and he just keeps going and hes as fresh as a daisy. I dont think I can do that. Im not tired -not really tired- yet. But I will be. The scar stood out on the side of his haggard face as he looked ahead into the darkness And I think... when I get tired enough... I think Ill just sit down

Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moths wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death.How would that be? Just how would that be?

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.

He held her and rocked her, believing, rightly or wrongly, that Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument or to a little girl’s tears; that she wept over its cruel unpredictability; and that she wept because of the human being’s wonderful, deadly ability to translate symbols into conclusions that were either fine and noble or blackly terrifying. If all those animals had died and been buried, then Church could die (any time!) and be buried; and if that could happen to Church, it could happen to her mother, her father, her baby brother. To herself. Death was a vague idea; the Pet Sematary was real. In the texture of those rude markers were truths which even a child’s hands could feel.

He could not say goodbye to these three rooms as he could to a house he had loved: hotel rooms accepted departures emotionlessly.

A life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is...like a life without pictures.

Help us to be true, Lord. Help us to stand.

If you dont have time to read, you dont have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when theyre brought out. But its more than that, isnt it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what youve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. Thats the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.

you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.

Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.

Writing isnt about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, its about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. Its about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.