Death in the horror movies is when the monsters get you.

So okay― there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You’ve blown up your TV and committed yourself...

The rest of it – and perhaps the best of it – is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you’re inside.

In here I’m the guy who can get things for you… outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. I don’t think I could make it.

If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the...

A person can’t change all at once.

Sometimes she’d go a whole day without thinking of him or missing him. Why not? She had quite a full life, and really, he’d often been hard to deal with and hard to live with....

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams

Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot if difference. They don’t have to makes speeches. Just believing is usually enough.

Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it,...

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

You’re like a man who loves nothing better than a thick steak but wouldn’t last an hour in a slaughterhouse.

I think that we’re all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better after all.

In the end, we wear out our worries.

..Thirty’s the end of being young, forty is where you stop fooling yourself.

I’m going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

Todo buen matrimonio es un territorio secreto, un espacio necesariamente en blanco en el mapa de la sociedad. Lo que los demás no saben de él es lo que lo hace tuyo.

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...

You always know the truth, because when you cut yourself or someone else with it, there’s always a bloody show.

Eddie saw great things and near misses. Albert Einstein as a child, not quite struck by a run-away milk-wagon as he crossed a street. A teenage boy named Albert Schweitzer getting out of a bathtub...

Good description is a learned skill, one of the prime reasons why you cannot succeed unless you read a lot and write a lot. It’s not just a question of how-to, you see; it’s also...

As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into a hole filled with bright light.As always, the glum knowledge that he would not write as well as he wanted to...

If you’ve ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you’ll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.

The eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control, dreams unleashed, risen out of the stinking...

When it comes to sex, no pairing is beyond belief.

Keeping up the fiction. You have to keep it up, sometimes, no matter how you feel.

If you’re going into a very dark place, then you should take a bright light, and shine it on everything. If you don’t want to see, why in God’s name would you dare the dark...

Get busy living or get busy dying.”― Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

When Stephen King elaborated on his inspirations for his novel “Carrie” he draws from a time when he was a young man, and describes his impression when he came upon a statue of Christ on...

But in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

E quando você começa a amar alguém… acho que você nunca esquece completamente esse amor.

La supervivencia no es cuestión de cortesía ni de disculpas.

She gave him a strange maternal grin.For the first time, clearly, the thought surfaced in Paul Sheldon’s mind: I am introuble here. This woman is not right.

If you saw a spider scuttering across the floor toward your baby’s crib, you might hesitate. You might even consider trapping it in a bottle and putting it out in the yard so it could...

Shit. The mind gets up to funny tricks, doesn’t it? Shadows grow faces.

Life is more than love and pleasure,I came to dig for treasure.If you want to play, you gotta pay,You know it’s always been that wayWe all came digging for treasure.

…he was after all, a novelist…and a novelist was simply a fellow who got paid to tell lies. The bigger the lies, the better the pay.

Get busy living or get busy dying.

Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet...

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us...

What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I’m concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. I’ve never held much of a brief for reality, at least in my...

Before drifting away entirely, he found himself reflecting—not for the first time—on the peculiarity of adults. Thet took laxatives, liquor, or sleeping pills to drive away their terrors so that sleep would come, and their...