Stephen King quotes

" Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it’s not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk. " # Famous People # Writers and Writing # Mind

" Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. " # Hope # Memory # Death and Dying

" Fiction is the truth inside the lie. " # Fiction # Truth # Lies and Lying

" Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty. " # Friends and Friendship # Truth # Enemies

" Each life makes its own immitation of immortality. " # Immortality

" French is the language that turns dirt into romance. " # Romance and Romanticism # Acting and Actors # Language

" When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "one word at a time." " # Writers and Writing # Words # Time and Time Management

" It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls - as little as one may like to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror, one coincidental evil begets other, often more deliberate evils, until finally blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. That such events have their own Rube Goldberg absurdity goes almost without saying. At some point, it all starts to become rather funny. That may be the point at which sanity begins either to save itself or to buckle and break down; that point at which one's sense of humor begins to reassert itself. " # Revolutions and Revolutionaries # Humor # Consequences

" Something inhuman has come to Tarker's Mills, as unseen as the full moon riding the night sky high above. It is the Werewolf, and there is no more reason for its coming now than there would be for the arrival of cancer, or a psychotic with murder on his mind, or a killer tornado. Its time is now, its place is here, in this little Maine town where baked bean church suppers are a weekly event, where small boys and girls still bring apples to their teachers, where the Nature Outings of the Senior Citizen's Club are religiously reported in the weekly paper. Next week there will be news of a darker variety. Outside, its tracks begin to fill up with snow, and the shriek of the wind seems savage with pleasure. There is nothing of God or Light in that heartless sound—it is all black winter and dark ice. The cycle of the Werewolf has begun. " # Literature # Love # Age and Aging

" The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed the incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever. " # Action # Love # Death and Dying