All Stephen King Quotes
- The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of… Accepted
- The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of… Advantage
- Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground. Cry
- Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat… Angry
- a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow… Alternately
- Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of… Clouds
- Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe. Bright
- He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge. Body
- the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like… Air
- He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile. Him
- The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. Across
- I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta! Day
- As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where… Answer
- Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face. Across
- The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses. Color
- Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down... Billion
- He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed,… All
- the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek. Blood
- The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset. Afterglow
- Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals. Body
- So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see… All
- A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger. All
- Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in… Ballroom
- Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went. Bent
- You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You knew, but you… Boy