Stephen King Quotes

Stephen King Quotes

See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD’S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.

 

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

 

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

 

 

 

I think it is beyond doubt that H. P. Lovecraft has yet to be surpassed as the twentieth century’s greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale.

 

If you have given up your heart … you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

 

no knowledge obtained without risk

 

Terrifying.  A Dark Matter is populated with vivid, sympathetic characters, and driven by terrors both human and supernatural. It’s the kind of book that’s impossible to put down once it has been picked up. It kept me reading far into the night. Straub builds otherworldly terror without ever losing touch with his attractive cast of youngsters, who age beautifully. Put this one high on your list.

 

 

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I’ll be all right as long as there’s a lending library.

 

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

 

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

 

I’m a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, most fiction. I don’t read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read

 

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

 

 

If you were a real fascistic society and you had a vocal minority that was shouting, “Stop this, stop that, stop the other thing,” what you would say is, “Let’s give them all the drugs they want.” In a lot of states, something very much like that happened. They lowered the drinking age to eighteen and said, “Get juiced.

 

The essential and defining characteristic of childhood is not the effortless merging of dream and reality, but only alienation. There are no words for childhood’s dark turns and exhalations. A wise child recognizes it and submits to the necessary consequences. A child who counts the cost is a child no longer.

 

Books are uniquely portable magic.

 

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

 

The things a man sees when he ain’t got a gun.–Watson the Caretaker

 

 

 

What if there were no grownups? Suppose the whole idea of grownups was an illusion? What if their money was really just playground marbles, their business deals no more than baseball-card trades, their wars only games of guns in the park? What if they were all still snotty-nosed kids inside their suits and dresses? Christ, that couldn’t be, could it? It was too horrible to think about.

 

I think part of being a parent is trying to kill your kids.

 

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

 

JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever

 

 

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

 

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

 

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

 

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

 

 

 

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

 

The age of the book is not over. No way… But maybe the age of some books is over. People say to me sometimes ‘Steve, are you ever going to write a straight novel, a serious novel’ and by that they mean a novel about college professors who are having impotence problems or something like that. And I have to say those things just don’t interest me. Why? I don’t know. But it took me about twenty years to get over that question, and not be kind of ashamed about what I do, of the books I write.

 

Books are uniquely portable magic.

 

One night when my longing for her was like a fire burning out of control in my heart and my head, I wrote her a letter that just seemed to go on and on. I poured out my whole heart in it, never looking back to see what I’d said because I was afraid cowardice would make me stop. I didn’t stop, and when a voice in my head clamored that it would be madness to mail such a letter, that I would be giving her my naked heart to hold in her hand, I ignored it with a child’s breathless disregard of the consequences.

 

 

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story… To make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all.

 

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.

 

Little kids’ minds are very, very strong. They bend. There’s a lot of tensile strength and they don’t break. We start our kids off on things like “Hansel and Gretel,” which features child abandonment, kidnapping, attempted murder, forcible detention, cannibalism, and finally murder by cremation. And the kids love it.

 

 

There are books full of great writing that don’t have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story… don’t be like the book-snobs who won’t do that. Read sometimes for the words–the language. Don’t be like the play-it-safer who won’t do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, a treasure that book.

Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.

 

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.

 

 

Dreams age faster than dreamers.

Schizoid behavior is a pretty common thing in children. It’s accepted because all we adults have this unspoken agreement that children are lunatics.

 

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

 

When your story is ready for rewrite, cut it to the bone. Get rid of every ounce of excess fat. This is going to hurt; revising a story down to the bare essentials is always a little like murdering children, but it must be done.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in.

 

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.

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