I love the movies, and when I go to see a movie that's been made from one of my books, I know that it isn't going to be exactly like my novel because a lot of other people have interpreted it. But I a...
You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.
Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.
Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead,
This inhuman place makes human monsters.
That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.
Reading is the creative center of a writer's life.
Now the two of them rode silently toward town, both lost in their own thoughts. Their way took them past the Delgado house. Roland looked up and saw Susan sitting in her window, a bright vision in the...
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.
Don't think I know you, Harold said, grinning, as they shook. He had a firm grip. Larry's hand was pumped up and down exactly three times and let go. It reminded Larry of the time he had shaken hands...
I'm a salami writer. I try to write good salami but salami is salami.
Can the future hsitory of the world be so fragile that it will not allow two high school teachers to meet and fall in love? To marry, to dance to Beatles tunes like "I Want to Hold Your Hand," and liv...
A little arrogance (or even a lot) isn't such a bad thing, although your mother undoubtedly told you different. Mine did. "Pride goeth before a fall, Stephen", she said... and then I found out - right...
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),...
Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.
If God gives you something you can do, why in God's name wouldn't you do it?
she might have been pretty when she started out, but the world had moved on since then.
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...
you must not come lightly to the blank page.