Stephen King Quotes

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

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

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies.

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes. My Imagination. I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

There will be water if God wills it.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

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.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

Love isn't soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.