Stephen King Quotes
Laughter... is like a hurricane: once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.
As with all other aspects of the narrative art, you will improve with practice, but practice will never make you perfect. Why should it? What fun would that be?
It's hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.
Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.
If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.
If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.
You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.
When you sit down to write, write. Don't do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.
You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.
She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.
He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.
Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?
I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.
Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.
The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.
Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?
The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.
They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.
I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.
Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.
No one ever really pays for betrayal in silver....The price of any betrayal always comes due in flesh.
My view is that organized religion is a very dangerous tool that's been misused by a lot of people.
Tracking account planning is rather like counting a mixed batch of tropical fish. You think you see patterns, but they've all changed by the time you've finished counting.
You see something, then it clicks with something else, and it will make a story. But you never know when it's going to happen.
I like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.