Stephen King Quotes
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Books are a uniquely portable magic.
There is no tyrant as merciless as pain.
We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force.
Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.
God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.
Anger is the most useless emotion; destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.
The devil's voice is sweet to hear.
If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.
The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
Stupid was a prison they never let you out of, no time off for good behavior, you were in for life.
When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "one word at a time."
Things had stretched apart, There was no glue at the center of things anymore.
Hope is a good thing - maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
I don't think he needs to be immortal. I think all he needs to do is to write the right story. Because some stories do live forever.
When traitors are called heroes or heroes called traitors, dark times must have fallen.
Life is a wheel, and if you wait long enough, it always comes back around to where it started.
The unconscious mind writes poetry if it's left alone.
There's nothing as human as hunger. There's no creation without talent, I give you that, but talent is cheap. Talent goes begging. Hunger is the piston of art.
The chain is still in your hands. Beware it doesn't wrap itself around your neck.
It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other.
You should never trust a person who prays in public.
