R.K. King Quotes

We'll eat your steam and lap up your blood. But first, we'll drink your screams

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams

There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

Oh Christ, he understood more than he wanted to right now. Give me a chance, Louis thought, and I’llunderstand myself right into the nearest mental asylum.

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

GLOUCESTERNow, good sir, what are you?EDGARA most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrowsAm pregnant to good pity.

One cannot worship the false god of nationalism and the God of Christianity at the same time. .

Some werewolves are hairy on the inside.

Good! he wanted to cry out to her. Good! Because you only had to see it! I had to wear it!

Feelings are invulnerable to rational thought.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love

Through violence you may murder the hater, but you cannot murder hate.

Such grave matters as sin and forgiveness should remain between man and God

No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts.

Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.

You must be human . . . how weirdly exotic and excitingly perverse.

That— we seemed to have decided without saying a word— might go a long way toward spoiling something that was special, and beautiful, by virtue of its strangeness and delicacy.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable or hostile but exhausted--the quiet of people who have a great deal to think about but not a hell of a lot to say.

It would not do to tell other people, not just because they wouldn't believe but because they wouldn't care.

...there are worse things than losing the girl.

In a democracy we sometimes have to put up with things we don't life or approve of.

The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you make a pleasing sound. A harmonic.

No one can pretend that because a people may be oppressed, every individual member is virtuous and worthy.

Law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice.

Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere. Anyone who lives inside the US can never be considered an outsider anywhere in the country

We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.

Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful

It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough.

Be sure your sin will find you out...Be sure.

If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit

...it was amazing, wasn't it, how bad you could hurt when there was nothing physically wrong.

And perhaps the greatest blessing was that we never knew how short the time was.

When one has little faith, one must survive from day to day signs-

Life could sometimes be grand.

God and heaven lasted about four years longer than the Tooth Fairy

It's the people who aren't scared who die young.

The choice, as Eddie saw it, was as simple as it was brutal: get moving and keep moving or stand in one place long enough to start thinking about what all of this meant and simply die of fright.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!’ the gunslinger roared. ‘You have forgotten the faces of those who made you!

His story is simple, because simple is always best.

A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

Do you drink?""Of course, I just said I was a writer.

When asked, How do you write? I invariably answer, One word at a time.

Paths cross all the time in this world of ours, sometimes in the strangest places- Charles Jacobs

His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.

I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.