Stephen King Quotes
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.”
Source: The Green Mile
“Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity”
Source: Hearts in Atlantis
“It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.”
Source: The Green Mile
“Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.”
Source: Different Seasons
“Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.”
Source: Duma Key
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.”
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.”
Variant: And almost idly, in a kind of sidethought, Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
Source: It (1986)
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?”
Source: The Gunslinger
“What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common….”
Source: The Drawing of the Three
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
Source: The Waste Lands
Source: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
“I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.”
Source: Full Dark, No Stars
Source: Pet Sematary (1983)
Context: It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls - as little as one may like to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror, one coincidental evil begets other, often more deliberate evils, until finally blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. That such events have their own Rube Goldberg absurdity goes almost without saying. At some point, it all starts to become rather funny. That may be the point at which sanity begins either to save itself or to buckle and break down; that point at which one's sense of humor begins to reassert itself.
“Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?”
Source: The Gunslinger