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Stephen King Quotes - Page 18

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

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

Art, Support Systems, Support

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.94, Simon and Schuster

Hug and kiss whoever helped get you - financially, mentally, morally, emotionally - to this day. Parents, mentors, friends, teachers. If you're too uptight to do that, at least do the old handshake thing, but I recommend a hug and a kiss. Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.

Teacher, Kissing, Parent

Commencement Address, University of Maine at Orono, May 07, 2005.

Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of your head. Even when no one is listening (or reading or watching), every outing is a bravura performance, because you as the creator are happy. Perhaps even ecstatic.

Fall, Reading, Eye

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.145, Simon and Schuster

The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

Writing, Ideas, Creative

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.59, Simon and Schuster

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

Inspirational, Doe, Three

Stephen King, Michael Whelan (2004). “The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower”, p.813, Simon and Schuster

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Desert, Gunslinger, Deschain

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger”, p.107, Simon and Schuster

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

Dream, Dark, Blue

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three”, p.424, Simon and Schuster

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Book, Home, Doors

Stephen King (1993). “The Waste Lands”, Signet Book

Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.

Writing, Commandments

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.94, Simon and Schuster

He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

Fists, Ghost, Twister

"It". www.imdb.com. 1990.

Laughter... is like a hurricane: once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.

Laughter, Self, Laughing

Stephen King, Michael Whelan (2004). “The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower”, p.676, Simon and Schuster

It is, after all, the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster's shell that makes the pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters.

Oysters, Dabs, Shells

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft”, p.284, Simon and Schuster

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

Moving, Pointless

Stephen King (2014). “Doctor Sleep”, p.57, Simon and Schuster

Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.

Parenting, Admitting, Uptight

Commencement Address, University of Maine at Orono, May 07, 2005.

There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good stories seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky.

Encouraging, Islands, Sky

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Life, Death, Two

FaceBook post by Stephen King from Jan 16, 2014

I work until beer o'clock.

Funny, Party, Drinking

Time, October 06, 1986.

Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.

Writing, Trying, Matter

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.196, Simon and Schuster

Small towns harbor small imaginations.

Imagination, Towns, Small Town

Stephen King (2013). “Under the Dome: A Novel”, p.240, Simon and Schuster

It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.

Evil, Cost, Achieve

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

Color, Wild Roses, Light

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.

Book, Gun, Cold

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Animal, Humans, Human Beings

Stephen King (2016). “The Long Walk”, p.121, Simon and Schuster

I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.

Jobs, Best Job, Imagination

Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.

Unique, Style, Littles

Stephen King (2015). “The Bazaar of Bad Dreams: Stories”, p.60, Simon and Schuster

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