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Stephen King Quotes - Page 39

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It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

Drowning

Stephen King (1999). “The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: A Novel”, p.117, Simon and Schuster

Here I am, ninety years old and ready for the cooling board, using a brand new Macintosh computer, and there you sit, twenty-two and gorgeous, fresh as a new peach, yet scrawling on a yellow legal pad like an old maid in a Victorian romance.

Years, Here I Am, Two

Stephen King (2005). “The Colorado Kid”, p.31, Simon and Schuster

I always like to see enlightened parents like that; it gives me hope for the future.

Giving, Parent, Enlightened

Stephen King (2016). “Christine”, p.55, Simon and Schuster

Love is what moves the world, I've always thought...it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down...bring them low...and make them crawl.

Moving, Love Is, Men

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.318, Anchor

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

Swear, Ifs

High school isn't a very important place. When you're going you think it's a big deal, but when it's over nobody really thinks it was great unless they're beered up.

School, Thinking, Important

Stephen King (2000). “Carrie”, p.38, Simon and Schuster

Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.

Children, Dark, Belief

Stephen King (2016). “It: A Novel”, p.908, Simon and Schuster

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

White, Fire, Light

There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

Iron, Choices, Way

Stephen King (1990). “The Stand”, Signet Book

If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.

Writing, Succeed, Rudeness

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft”, p.175, Simon and Schuster

A critical assumption is sometimes made that [Grisham, Clancey, Crichton & myself] have access to some mystical vulgate that other (and often better) writers cannot find or will not deign to use. I doubt if this is true. Nor do I believe the contention of some popular novelists... that thier success is based on literary merit -- that the public understands true greatness in ways the tight-a**ed, consumed-by-jealousy literary establishment cannot. This idea is ridiculous, a product of vanity and insecurity.

Believe, Greatness, Ideas

Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.

Cutting, Blood, Watches

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.

Communication, Self, Confusion

Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.102, Simon and Schuster

Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

Art, Expectations, Realization

Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.298, Simon and Schuster

I realized the shells were talking in a voice I recognized. I should have; it was my own. Had I always known that? I suppose I had. On some level, unless we're mad, I think most of us know the various voices of our own imaginations. And of our memories, of course. They have voices, too. Ask anyone who has ever lost a limb or a child or a long-cherished dream. Ask anyone who blames himself for a bad decision, usually made in a raw instant (an instant that is most commonly red). Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Dream, Memories, Children

Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.478, Simon and Schuster

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

Animal, People, Ignorant

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands”, p.335, Simon and Schuster

Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature.

Thinking, Law, Actors

Stephen King (2003). “The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands”, p.422, Hachette UK

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

Lying

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Half”, p.235, Simon and Schuster

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.

Eye, Talent, Said

In many ways, Eulah-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred-pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.

Two, Voice, Criticism

I've spread my legs in the backseat in a creative sense quite a few times.

Creative, Legs, Spread

You couldn't get hold of the things you'd done and turn them right again. Such a power might be given to the gods, but it was not given to women and men, and that was probably a good thing. Had it been otherwise, people would probably die of old age still trying to rewrite their teens.

Men, People, Age

FaceBook post by Stephen King from Jan 06, 2014

And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

Mind, Dark Tower, Dare

Stephen King (2016). “The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger”, p.217, Simon and Schuster

The color white is the absence of memory.

Memories, Color White, Absence

You don't always talk with your mouth. Sometimes what you say with your mouth hardly matters at all. You have to signify

Matter, Mouths, Sometimes

Stephen King (2002). “From a Buick 8”, Scribner

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