Stephen King, fully Stephen Edwin King

Stephen
King, fully Stephen Edwin King
1947

American Author of Contemporary Horror, Supernatural Fiction, Suspense, Science Fiction and Fantasy

Author Quotes

They are secret things. Women are supposed to be the ones good at keeping secrets, and I guess they do keep a few, but any woman who knows anything at all would tell you she's never really seen into any man's heart. The soil of a man's heart is stonier, Louis - like the soil up there in the old Micmac burying ground. Bedrock's close. A man grows what he can... and he tends it.

This is a dreadful thing to say, but I have wondered in my darker hours that, if everything were legal, wouldn't it be kind of a Darwinian solution to a lot of problems? Who are the bikies that you see who are cruisin' around with no helmet or with a hat turned around like that yoyo in Cheap Trick? They're dummies, and if they splatter their brains all over the sidewalk, they're not going to be collecting food stamps.

Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other... except through faith.

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

What is writing? Writing is telepathy.

When I start a story, I don't know where it's going.

When you own a piano, it's harder to think about moving.

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.

Writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.

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 buzz. I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for joy, you can do it forever.

You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go? well, anywhere at all.

You need hedges." "Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. "Hedges against the night."

Your name is John Coffey.

They came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

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

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights.

When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.

Who gets to be best-liked in any community? Who is the most trusted? Why, the man who does the dirty job, of course, and does it with a smile. The man who does the job you couldn't bring yourself to do.

First Name
Stephen
Last Name
King, fully Stephen Edwin King
Birth Date
1947
Bio

American Author of Contemporary Horror, Supernatural Fiction, Suspense, Science Fiction and Fantasy