Words matter. These are the best Stephen King Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.
Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you’re forced back on your own imagination.
You can’t deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time.’
It’s a mystery. That’s the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it’s mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.
Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.
And poets, in my view, and I think the view of most people, do speak God’s language – it’s better, it’s finer, it’s language on a higher plane than ordinary people speak in their daily lives.
I don’t want you to apologize for being rich; I want you to acknowledge that in America, we all should have to pay our fair share.
You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.
French is the language that turns dirt into romance.
We’ve switched from a culture that was interested in manufacturing, economics, politics – trying to play a serious part in the world – to a culture that’s really entertainment-based.
I think there ought to be some serious discussion by smart people, really smart people, about whether or not proliferation of things like The Smoking Gun and TMZ and YouTube and the whole celebrity culture is healthy.
We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.
In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.
I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there… and still on your feet.
Whatever came to mind, whatever came to hand, I would read.
If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write.
Get busy living, or get busy dying.
The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool.
God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.
I’ve always believed in God. I also think that’s the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you’re in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you simply make an agreement.
I had a period where I thought I might not be good enough to publish.
After the 9/11 apocalypse happened in New York City, people, particularly New Yorkers, who breathed in the ash, or saw the results of that, have a tendency to keep seeing echoes and having flashbacks to it.
No, it’s not a very good story – its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.
I’m not a big fan of psychoanalysis: I think if you have mental problems what you need are good pills. But I do think that if you have thinks that bother you, things that are unresolved, the more that you talk about them, write about them, the less serious they become.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
I never saw any of my dad’s stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.
I was in enough to get along with people. I was never socially inarticulate. Not a loner. And that saved my life, saved my sanity. That and the writing. But to this day I distrust anybody who thought school was a good time. Anybody.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, ‘Why god? Why me?’ and the thundering voice of God answered, ‘There’s just something about you that pisses me off.’
I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.
You have to stay faithful to what you’re working on.
I’m still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.
Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
That’s something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.
And in real life endings aren’t always neat, whether they’re happy endings, or whether they’re sad endings.
Americans are apocalyptic by nature. The reason why is that we’ve always had so much, so we live in deadly fear that people are going to take it away from us.
