Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Writing is seduction. Good talk is part of seduction. If not so, why do so many couples who start the evening at… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Part of my function as a writer is to dream awake. And that usually happens. If I sit down to write in… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“We're good in bed. That used to seem like a big deal to me. But we're also good out of it, and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals? — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The worst advice? 'Don't listen to the critics.' I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because sometimes they're telling you… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“October 3, 2017 The clown, Hagarty said, looked like a cross between Ronald McDonald and that old TV clown, Bozo—or so he thought at… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Eddie saw great things and near misses. Albert Einstein as a child, not quite struck by a run-away milk-wagon as he crossed a street.… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I've found. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time... Creative people probably do… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up.… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“God, you had enough time to have been through it three times. You've been through my stuff. I bet you over and let one… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“In that instant it all seemed to come clear to him- it came in a grisly flash of light, and he realized that the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Who gets to be best-liked in any community? Who is the most trusted? Why, the man who does the dirty job, of course, and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“¿Lo ves, tonto? Volvió a regañarse. Tú lo inventaste todo, gato asustado. No fue más que tu imaginación, gato asustado, gato asustado... No te… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
