Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is...
Donald Trump is worse than any horror story I've written.
I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once, poking up through the hardpan, I see the top of a chimney. I know there's a house unde...
Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT
Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful
Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.
If you wrote something for which someone sent you a cheque, if you cashed the cheque and it didn't bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.
Invitation to Dance-It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.
Oh shit it's shit
Your hair is winter fire,January embers.
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 bot...
I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.
Stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE
Friends.They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend.Maybe there are just friend.People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely.Maybe there are worth being s...
The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fa...
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
He looked so strange without his guns.So .'Okay? Now that the numb-fuck apprentices have the guns and the master's unarmed, can we please go? If something big comes out of the bush at us, Roland, you...
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
What if I fall?', Tim cried.Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.
De acuerdo con la leyenda, las marcas desaparecen -dijo de pronto Matt-. Cuando la víctima muere, las marcas desaparecen.-Sí, lo sé -sinió Ben, que le recordaba por el Dracúla de Bram Stoker y por los...