Stephen King Quotes

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

"Terry," Ralph said. He could see drops of sweat from his forehead falling onto Terry's face, where they mixed with the blood from the head wound. "Terry, you're going to die. Do you understand me? He got you, and he got you good. "You are going to die". "No!" Marcy shrieked. No, he can't! The girls need their daddy! He can't!" She was trying to get to him, and this time it was Alec Pelley- pale and grave- who held her back. Howie had gotten to his knees, but he did not attempt to interfere again, either. "Where... get me?" "Your chest, Terry. He got you in the heart, or just above it. You need to make a dying declaration, okay? You need to tell me you killed Frank Peterson. This is your chance to clear your conscience." Terry smiled, and a thin trickle of blood spilled from either side of his mouth. "But I didn't," he said. His voice was low, little more than a whisper, but perfectly audible. "I didn't, so tell me, Ralph... how are you going to clear yours?"

Some things were better lost than found.

There isn't any division of time to express the marrow of our lives, the time between the explosion of lead from the muzzle and the meat impact, between the impact and the darkness. There's only barren instant replay that shows nothing new.
I shot her; she fell; and there was an indescribable moment of silence, an infinite duration of time, and we all stepped back, watching the ball go around and around, ticking, bouncing, lighting for an instant, going on, heads and tails, red and black, odd and even.
I think that moment ended. I really do. But sometimes, in the dark, I think that hideous random moment is still going on, that the wheel is even yet in spin, and I dreamed all the rest.
What must it be like for a suicide coming down from a high ledge? I'm sure it must be a very sane feeling. That's probably why they scream all the way down.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

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

Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.

Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.

He looked at me fixedly. "I'll tell you this much, Dennis. If you're lying, you don't know you are."

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

Sometimes, Delores, you have to be a high riding bitch in order to survive, because being a bitch is all a woman has to hold on to.

Home is where they want you to stay longer.

The scholar's greatest weakness: calling procrastination research.

Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are.