R.K. King Quotes

A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.

By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

That's the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the most inopportune moments.

For me, good description usually consists of a few well-chosen details that will stand for everything else.

I didn't want to even stand next to any high rise building as long as I lived... I didn't even want to go over a bridge.

It's "Merry Christmas" at our house. Whatever it is at yours, have a happy one. And be good to somebody.

When you stack up all the years we are allowed against all there is to read, time is very short indeed.

Constant reading will pull you into a place - a mind-set, if you like the phrase - where you can write eagerly and without self-consciousness.

Lawyers are fleas on the hide of human nature.

Life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they're precious.

Parenting is the greatest of hum-a-few-bars-and-I'll-fake-it skills.

Pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

Terror?often arises from a pervasive sense of disestablishment; that things are in the unmaking.

I believe there is an unseen world all around us.

Some things it don't pay to be curious about.

Money can't buy off the lightning.

A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.

THE THREE is really wonderful. A mix of Michael Crichton and Shirley Jackson, hard to put down and vastly entertaining.

I've killed enough of the world's trees.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.

Pray for rain while digging a well.

I work to loud music - hard-rock stuff like AC/DC, Guns 'n Roses, and Metallica have always been particular favorites - but for me the music is just another way of shutting the door.

Paul LePage has become a terrible embarrassment to the state I live in and love. If he won't govern, he should resign.

The best show on television is Red Sox baseball. Everything else sucks.

Not writing would be like going the rest of your life without having dreams.

We're news junkies in my house.

Well, I'm like a drug addict, I'm always saying I'm going to stop, and then I don't, what I've said consistently is that I hope I know when to stop: when it starts to get repetitive.

That's something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

no knowledge obtained without risk

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?

Mister, we deal in lead.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.