Stephen King

Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.

According to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, roughly 800,000 children are reported missing each year in the United States. Most are found. Thousands are not.

I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.

Three-thirty in the morning...To Ray Garraty it seemed the longest minute of the longest night of his entire life. It was low tide, dead ebb, the time when the sea washes back, leaving slick mudflats covered with straggled weed, rusty beer cans, rotted prophylactics, broken bottles, smashed buoys, and green-mossed skeletons in tattered bathing trunks. It was dead ebb.

When you stop to think, the whole idea of comprehension has a faintly archaic taste, like the sound of forgotten tongues or a look into a Victorian camera obscura. We Americans are much higher on simple understanding. It makes it easier to read the billboards when you're heading into town on the expressway at plus-fifty. To comprehend, the mental jaws have to gape wide enough to make the tendons creak. Understanding, however, can be purchased on every paperback-book rack in America.

Phoner: "Blet ky-yam doe-ram kazzalah a babbalah!"
Clay Riddell: "I'll a-babbalah your a-kazzalah, you fuck!"

Now let many long years pass, all in a twinkling — one of the great things about tales is how fast time may pass when not much of note is happening. Real life is never that way, and it is probably a good thing. Time only passes faster in histories, and what is a history except a grand sort of tale where passing centuries are substituted for passing years?

The most important things to remember about back story are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn’t very interesting.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

"Your name is John Coffey." "Yes, sir, boss, like the drink only not spelled the same way."

A secret needs two faces to bounce between; a secret needs to see itself in another pair of eyes.

I hope you liked them, Reader; that they did for you what any good story should do — make you forget the real stuff weighing on your mind for a little while and take you away to a place you've never been. It's the most amiable sort of magic I know.

The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as long swallows.

Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.