Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
There's two kinds of evil that horror fiction always deals with. One kind is the sort of evil that comes from inside… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“One boy, still aching from his battle the day before and newly educated in the mysteries of sex. One boy, now looking… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizen should… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into a hole filled with bright light. As always,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Show me a man or woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I'm not the first person to have said this - no writer ever feels that the execution of a book lives up… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
A little arrogance (or even a lot) isn't such a bad thing, although your mother undoubtedly told you different. Mine did. "Pride… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on it's treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that… — 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
