Stephen King Quotes

I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.

You're like a man who loves nothing better than a thick steak but wouldn't last an hour in a slaughterhouse.

I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it),...

I don't want Church to be like all those dead pets! she burst out, suddenly tearful and furious. I don't want Church to ever be dead! He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have all the damn old cat...

You've got to go to Boston, and you've got to go there NOW!!

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk h...

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

That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? An...

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they "don't have time to read." This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying tha...

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.

The monster nevers dies.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

I started after him...and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was.Who was it, Don? Harold Gardner asked softly.It was Derry, Don Hagarty said. It was this town.