Stephen King Quotes (302 Quotes)

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.

In here I'm the guy who can get things for you... outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. I don't think I could make it.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

And when she talks of Carrie White her face takes on an odd pinched look that is more like Lovecraft out of Arkham than Kerouac out of Southern Cal.

A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it. You prime a pump with your own water, you work the handle with your own strength. You do this because you expect to get back more than you give.

Bill could smell Its breath and it was a smell like exploded animals lying on the highway at midnight.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

If you haven't considered it already, consider it now: there is every possibility that some of us, or all of us, may live and triumph, only to stand trial for murder.

Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

But people love a hypocrite, you know--they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

In spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don't or won't or can't and plenty of them aren't in prison either.

Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.

Lightening flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.

When you empty out the vessel, you also empty out all the crap floating around in there. The additives. The impurities. It sure feels good. It's a whole body, whole-minded enema.

Tell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.

High school isn't a very important place. When you're going you think it's a big deal, but when it's over nobody really thinks it was great unless they're beered up.

A change is as good as a rest.

But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...

Politics always change. Stories never do.

Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust...

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He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.

He killed them with their love

Far away, through the gash that led the way into the mountains, he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear

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 does it with a smile. The man who does the job you couldn't bring yourself to do.

People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings of flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

Adulthood is accretive by nature, a thing which arrives in ragged stages and uneven overlaps.

But there was only that silence, as in the five or ten minutes before a vicious thundersquall strikes, when the purple heads stack up in the sky overhead and the light turns a queer purple-yellow and the wind dies completely.

Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

That above all else. They did not look out their windows. No matter what noises or dreadful possibilities, no matter how awful the unknown, there was an even worse thing: to look the Gorgon in the face.

It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

The wind moaned, a witch with cancer in her belly.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Develop a little self-righteousness. A lot of that is an ugly thing, God knows, but a little applied over all your scruples is an absolute necessity! It is to the soul what a good sun-block is to the skin during the heat of summer.

Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizen should be: partisans but never zealots, respectors of the facts which attend each situation but never benders of those facts, uncomfortable in positions of leadership but rarely unable to turn down a responsibility once it has been offered . . . or thrust upon them. They make the best leaders in a democracy because they are unlikely to fall in love with power.

Women's lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn't get with child, but a woman could---every four-year-old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being. Civilization had provided an umbrella of sanity that both sexes could stand beneath.

She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn't care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.