R.K. King Quotes

Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full

He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isn't a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped.

The perception of a child who has not yet learned to protect itself by developing the tunnel vision that keeps out ninety percent of the universe.

No one ever forgets a toy that made him or her supremely happy as a child, even if that toy is replaced by one like it that is much nicer.

I am what you might call a rambling man, and America is my beat.

I looked at what he built, and to me it explained the stars.

They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.

He felt gladness roar through his soul.

It was sweet and lovely, that smile, perhaps the more so because it wasn’t complicated by much in the way of thought.

Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.

My call to the ministry was not a miraculous or supernatural something. On the contrary it was an inner urge calling me to serve humanity.

You try to tell yourself that you've been lucky, most incredibly lucky, and usually that works because it's true. Sometimes it doesn't work, that's all. Then you cry.

God is able to give you the power to endure that which cannot be changed... Why be anxious? Come what may, God is able.

Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence.

The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.

Being needed is a great thing. Maybe the great thing.

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

I want to make sure I remember what real ugly is. I might want to tell my grandchildren someday.

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

Resolution demands a sacrifice.

Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.

The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

We who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface hidden tension that is already alive

I am not the potter, nor the potter's wheel, but the potter's clay, does it depend on the value achieved intrinsic as much as the value of the clay as the wheel and master craftsmanship?

Zitner said hell would freeze over before something like that happened. Harold had a brief image of Adolf Hitler and Judas Iscariot handing out ice-skates and went on heaving sandbags.

May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.

Alone.Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

Tim Stoutheart was afraid, too, ” I said. “But he went on. I expect you to do the same.

Adulthood is accretive by nature, a thing which arrives in ragged stages and uneven overlaps.

She saw clearly a boy and a man fighting for control of the same face.

I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way.

Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It’s what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you’re bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.

When religion becomes so involved in a future good "over yonder" that it forgets the present evils over here it is as dry as dust religion and needs to be condemned.

Most people are sheep and sheep don't eat meat

The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.

We all came in on different ships, but we're all in the same boat now

In the end, what will hurt us the most is not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.

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), ...

Sleep is often denied to those with secrets.

[I] know that love is ultimately the only answer to mankind's problems....

Everyone— black as well as white— thinks it's going to be better over the next jump of land.

It was easier to be brave when you were someone else.

Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.

What Writing Is: Telepathy, of course.

For years I dreamed of having the sort of massive oak slab that would dominate a room...

Sometimes, the embers are better then the campfire. It's strange, but it's true.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

Call me Richard. That’s my real name. Call me that.

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it, Larry.