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.

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

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...

Obliqueness is the curse of the reading class.

The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open

Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give...

In the Land of Memory the time is always Now.In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick… but their hands never move.There is an Unfound Door(O lost)and memory is the key which opens it.

I don’t want to see it anymore. It’s lousy. And it’s a cheat. You build it all around something… set yourself on something… and then you don’t want it. Isn’t it too bad the great...

norris didn’t cry, but he was apt to puke on them, the way he had puked on homer gamache that time he had found homer sprawled in a ditch out by homeland cemetary, beaten to...

Time heals all wounds.

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

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids’ version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well?

But she was weak… weak somehow. It was as if she was sending out radio signals which only he could receive. You could point to certain things–how much she smoked (but he had almost cured...

It’s as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, “Here you are. Try not to lose it.” But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are...

His kid brother had been smart enough to make something of himself in the big world; Ollie himself might have been smart enough to stay ahead of the bank loans and the credit cards, but...

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

When the work is the best work, it’s more like being a secretary than it is a creative person, you just sort of take the stuff down.

I guess a sock is also a geometric shape—technically—but I don’t know what you’d call it. A socktagon?

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

Why does she have to be such a…such a…””Go on,” I said. “The truth is never cussing, Son.””Such a bitch!

never’s the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

I’ve met talespinners before, Jake, and they’re all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they’re afraid of life.

The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go

Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizen should be: partisans but never zealots, respectors of the facts which attend each situation...

Your man Jesus seems to me a bit of a son of a bitch when it comes to women,´Roland said. ´Was He ever married?´The corners of Callahan’s mouth quirked. ´No´ he said, ´but His girlfriend...

Cat can have kittens in the oven, girl, but that won’t ever make em muffins.

A man who doubts himself shouldn’t have to try too hard for too long, not until he’s seasoned.

Then, instead of telling her that where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything else that...

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in.

Flakes of snow swirled and danced across the porch. The Overlook faced it as it had for nearly three-quarters of a century, its darkened windows now bearded with snow, indifferent to the fact it was...

The truth is that most writers are needy.

The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you make a pleasing sound. A harmonic.

that this is Russian-A flu, not the more dangerous Swine flu.