Explore Quotes by Stephen King

If you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse than strip your television's electric plug-wire, wrap a spike around it, and then stick it back into the wall. See what blows, and how far. Just an idea.

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

There are books full of great writing that don't have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story... don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words--the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers who won't do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book.

Come to a book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it, and draw your own map.... A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it.

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

because the hardest boss a man can ever have is himself.

Nora Roberts is cool.

sometimes an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.

Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

no knowledge obtained without risk

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

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?