“The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
When I was younger, I used to vacillate between thinking love was this great and glorious mystery and thinking it was just… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
But you don't do it. Because guys like us, Red, we know there's a third choice. An alternative to staying simon-pure or… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombin lurching through… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world. — 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
Guys, gals, now hear this: No one wants to take away your hunting rifles. No one wants to take away your shotguns.… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
So where do the ideas-the salable ideas-come from? They come from my nightmares. Not the night-time variety, as a rule, but the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
One night when my longing for her was like a fire burning out of control in my heart and my head, I… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
A tragedy is a tragedy, and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I've taken off two months, three months at a time, and, by the end, I get really squirrelly. My night life, my… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
There is a story in the book Night Shift, called 'The Mangler,' about a laundry machine that takes on a sort of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The idea for a novel is like a little tiny fire in a dark night. And, one by one, the characters come… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Terrifying. . . . A Dark Matter is populated with vivid, sympathetic characters, and driven by terrors both human and supernatural. It's… — 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
