Stephen King Quotes

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

Habit is the bed of creativity. Tuck yourself in.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

Either get busy living or get busy dying.

The place where you made your stand never mattered.

Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples.

I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.

Quiet people have the loudest minds

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real.

I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes.

My Imagination. I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

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.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

There will be water if God wills it.

A person’s never too old for stories.

Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

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.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

Yes, I’ve made a great deal of dough from my fiction, but I never set a single word down on paper with the thought of being paid for it...I have written because it fulfilled me. ... I did it for the pure joy of the things. And if you can do it for joy, you can do it forever.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate.

For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."

Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely.

Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.