Stephen King

How do we remember to remember? That's a question I've asked myself often since my time on Duma Key, often in the small hours of the morning, looking up into the absence of light, remembering absent friends. Sometimes in those little hours I think about the horizon. You have to establish the horizon. You have to mark the white. A simple enough act, you might say, but any act that re-makes the world is heroic. Or so I've come to believe.

Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.

In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

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.

Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

Harry Potter is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity. Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend.

A good reputation is something that must be earned, yet can never be bought.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

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

To write is human, to edit is divine.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.