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

You say true, I say thankya.

You've got to do something to fill up your day. And I can only play so much guitar and watch so many TV shows. It fulfills me. There are two things about it I like: It makes me happy, and it makes other people happy.

They say that loving eyes can never see, but that's a fool's axiom. Sometimes, they see too much

This is probably the single great subject of horror fiction: our need to cope with a mystery that can be understood only with the aid of a helpful imagination.

To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon. Her husband won the Pulitzer and the National Book Award, but Lisey had given one interview in her life. This was for the well-known women's magazine that publishes the column "Yes, I'm Married toHim!" She spent roughly half of its five hundred word length explaining that her nickname rhymed with "CeeCee". Most of the other half had to do with her recipe for slow-cooked roast beef. Lisey's sister Amanda said that the picture accompanying the interview made Lisey look fat. None of Lisey's sister were immune to the pleasures of setting the cat among the pigeons ("stirring up a stink" had been their father's phrase for it), or having a good natter about someone else's dirty laundry, but the only one Lisey had a hard time liking was this same Amanda. Eldest (and oddest) of the onetime Debusher girls of Lisbon Falls, Amanda currently lived alone, in a house which Lisey had provided, a small, weather-tight place not too far from Castle View where Lisey, Darla, and Cantata could keep a eye on her. Lisey had bought it for her seven years ago, five before Scott died. Died Young. Died Before His Time, as the saying was. Lisey still had trouble believing he'd been gone for two years. It seemed both longer and the blink of an eye.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

What charitable 1 percenters can't do is assume responsibility - America's national responsibilities: the care of its sick and its poor, the education of its young, the repair of its failing infrastructure, the repayment of its staggering war debts.

What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

When you write a story, you?re telling yourself the story,? he said. ?When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.

Without story books is like a person with no soul.

Writing good dialogue is art as well as craft.

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.

You have to stay faithful to what you're working on.

You see something, then it clicks with something else, and it will make a story. But you never know when it's going to happen.

Zombies are the new vampire.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected... but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

This time Brady wonders what Freddi would say if he told her what life was like for him when he was a kid. That was when he killed his brother. And his mother covered it up. Why would she not? After all, it had sort of been her idea.

To write is human, to edit is divine.

Was it pretty? Your country? your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.

we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.

What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.

When a good writer is having fun, the audience is almost always having fun too.

When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombie lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assault of a million fluorocarbon spray cans of deodorant." - The Mist

First Name
Stephen
Last Name
King, fully Stephen Edwin King
Birth Date
1947
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American Author of Contemporary Horror, Supernatural Fiction, Suspense, Science Fiction and Fantasy