oh shit it’s shit

I deal in lead! Roland called, and Eddie felt goose-bumps pebble his arms.

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...

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Sometimes the only thing to do is to take the thing that you must have. Even if someone gets hurt.

…and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.

stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

I’ll see you.’He grinned. ‘Not if i see you first.

In the end, though, it’s all about giving back the teeth that the current ‘sweetie-vamp’ craze has, by and large, stolen from the bloodsuckers. It’s about making them scary again.

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light...

No one ever forgets a toy that made him or her supremely happy as a child, even if that toy is replaced by one like it that is much nicer.

Monsters are real and ghosts are real too they live inside us and sometimes they win.

The game was played hard in those days, Mr.King, with plenty of fuck-you.

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” In a horror story, the victim keeps asking why – but there can be...

It ain’t the blows we’re dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

I believe the first draft of a book — even a long one — should take no more than three months…Any longer and — for me, at least — the story begins to take on...

Most people are sheep and sheep don’t eat meat

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows

Rings and magazines; keychains and umbrellas; hats and glasses; rattles and radios. They looked like different things, but Ralph thought they were really all the same thing: the faint, sorrowing voices of people who had...

In Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.

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

Eddie discovered one of his childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

So what, ghosts can’t hurt you. That’s what I thought then.

Writing does not cause misery, it is born of misery.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

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...

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. […] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement...

If it’s ka it’ll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

The truth is that most writers are needy.

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Mrs. Cole was a perfect democrat. She hated all kids equally.

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

The feel of the sticky wetness down there when she moved made her grimace. God, she wanted to get cleaned up. In a hurry.

FEAR stands for fuck everything and run.

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.

Close your eyes and click your heals three times…because there’s no place like Dome.

The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.

Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world...

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

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?” She studied him, her eyes grave. “Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.