Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
It's time for the wealthy to pay their fair share before the middle class becomes the forgotten class.- And it's time for… — 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
But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill… — 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
