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 were close to the end of the beginning . . .

This," I said pleasantly, "is known as getting it on.

Tracking account planning is rather like counting a mixed batch of tropical fish. You think you see patterns, but they've all changed by the time you've finished counting.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not.

What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, but because you think I should be. I look back on the way I was. A young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this old man is all that's left.

When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

When you write, you want to get rid of the world, don?t you? Of course you do. When you?re writing, you?re creating your own worlds.

Women's lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn't get with child, but a woman could---every four-year-old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being. Civilization had provided an umbrella of sanity that both sexes could stand beneath.

Writing is like a little hole in reality that you can go through and you can get out and you can be someplace else for a while.

You can?t be too careful on a skateboard.

You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think--I did--that God put you on earth to blow your father away.

You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you.

They were nice enough people and all, but there wasn't much love in them. Because they were too busy being afraid. Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

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.

True love always happens in a flash.

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

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

When teenagers aren?t turning like weathervanes in a high wind, they?re as stiff as Puritans.

When your story is ready for rewrite, cut it to the bone. Get rid of every ounce of excess fat. This is going to hurt; revising a story down to the bare essentials is always a little like murdering children, but it must be done.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

Writing is like being in a dream state or under self-directed hypnosis. It induces a state of recall that - while not perfect - is pretty spooky.

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