R.K. King Quotes

Bad news should always come after lunch.. first thing in the morning everything left a bruise.

Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society’s map. What others don’t know about it is what makes it yours.

It's worked! Our marriage has outlasted all of the world leaders, except for Castro. And if we keep talking, arguing, making love and dancing to the Ramones- it'll probably keep working.

Lend me your wings, bird. I'll spread them and fly on the thermals.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.― Stephen King, The Shining

One of his followers murmured agreement, but another quietly slipped away. Now there was Norton and four others. Maybe that wasn't so bad. Christ Himself could only find twelve.

But it is. It’s something you need, and that’s a long way from nothing. If you need it, Eddie, we need it. What we don’t need is a man who can’t let go of the useless baggage of his memories.

By definition, though, we are family. And in difficult times-- times like these-- despite our differences, we stand together as family.

A successful marriage was a balancing act-that was a thing everyone knew. A successful marriage was also dependent on a high tolerance for irritation.

Home is where they want you to stay longer

I will scream as the sanity leaves my mind forever. I will scream...but there is no one there to hear me.

The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey.

Nonviolence is power, but it is the right and good use of power.

Pain is the biggest power of love." That's what Wireman says.

Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?

Paths cross all the time in this world of our, sometimes in the strangest places.

[L]ife is more than just steering a course around pain.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

The memories: they are the reality.

Now that he wanted to feel like he was having a bad dream, he wasn't. He was having a bad reality, and that was something from which you could not wake.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

Cat can have kittens in the oven, girl, but that won’t ever make em muffins.

Children think around corners.

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light.

Fiction is the truth inside a lie.

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed

...and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.

It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut—it’s the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.

A man who doubts himself shouldn't have to try too hard for too long, not until he's seasoned.

I thought there would be time, but we always think stuff like that, don't we? We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

Get busy living or get busy dying.”― Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka...

This was it, he knew it, was sure of it, this was the door which would take him back—

The question is not if we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. The nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

When certain seeds are planted, they nearly always grow.

Sometimes things work just because you think they work. It's as good a definition of faith as any.

Monsters are real and ghosts are real too they live inside us and sometimes they win.

A kid of your age—any kid—could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to?

You're looking at the face of a black man who hates nobody.

At the same moment a cold chill traced a finger down the middle of my back. Sometimes things come back to you, that's all. Sometimes they come back.

Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well?

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

Frightened people live in their own special hell.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

He will be with his friends, and that always feels like coming home.