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Stephen King Quotes - Page 47

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There were times . . . when it occurred to me that I was repeating my mother's life. Usually this thought struck me as funny. But if I happened to be tired, or if there were extra bills to pay and no money to pay them

There were times . . . when it occurred to me that I was repeating my mother's life. Usually this thought struck me as funny. But if I happened to be tired, or if there were extra bills to pay and no money to pay them with, it seemed awful. I'd think 'This isn't the way our lives are supposed to be going.' Then I'd think 'Half the world has the same idea.

Mother, Tired, Thinking

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.61, Simon and Schuster

By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

Littles, Too Much, Fables

Stephen King (1999). “Storm of the Century: The Labor Day Hurricane of 1935”, p.308, Simon and Schuster

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

Tools, Discouraged, Ifs

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.106, Simon and Schuster

...maybe the world needs a cadre of smartasses to liven things up, who knows?

Needs, World, Cadre

Stephen King (2016). “11/22/63: A Novel”, p.472, Simon and Schuster

True love always happens in a flash.

Love, Flash, Happens

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

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.

Couple, Beer, Moderation

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

Skulls, Anxiety, Panic

Stephen King (2007). “Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales”, p.27, Simon and Schuster

I've spent my whole life doing some things because they were logical and not doing others because they were not. I've seen what happens when people act on intuition, or for illogical reasons. Sometimes the results are ludicrous and embarrassing; more often they are simply horrible. But here I am, just the same, behaving like a crackbrained crystal gazer.

Here I Am, People, Intuition

Stephen King (1988). “The eyes of the dragon: a story”, Egully.com

If you can remember all the accessories that go with your best outfit, the contents of your purse, the starting lineup of the New York Yankees or the Houston Oilers, or what label "Hang On Sloopy" by The McCoys was on, you are capable of remembering the differences between a gerund (verb form used as a noun) and a participle (verb form used as an adjective).

New York, Writing, Yankees

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.112, Simon and Schuster

Remember that 'plumber in space' is not such a bad setup for a story.

Writing, Space, Stories

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft”, p.193, Simon and Schuster

What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, but because you think I should be. I look back on the way I was. A young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this old man is all that's left.

Sorry, Regret, Stupid

Stories are relics, part of an undiscovered pre-existing world.

Stories, World, Relics

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.104, Simon and Schuster

It means that no blue ribbon is forever. Someday - if the world doesn't explode itself in the meantime - someone will run a two-minute mile in the Olympics. It may take a hundred years or a thousand, but it will happen. Because there is no ultimate blue ribbon. There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.

Running, Zero, Mean

And all that weirdness isn't just going on outside. It's in you too, right now, growing in the dark like magic mushrooms. Call it the Thing in the Cellar. Call it the Blow Lunch Factor. Call it the Loony Tunes File. I think of it as my private dinosaur, huge, slimy, and mindless, stumbling around in the stinking swamp of my subconscious, never finding a tar pit big enough to hold it.

Depression, Dark, Blow

He realized now that a lot of the problem had been his own mind, which was usually moving at a speed ten or twenty times that of his classmates. They had thought him strange, weird, or even suicidal, depending on the escapade in question, but maybe it had been a simple case of mental overdrive-if anything about being in constant mental overdrive was simple. Anyway, it was the sort of thing you got under control after a while-you got it under control or you found outlets for it.

Depression, Moving, Suicidal

Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.

Heart, Hatred, Adults

Stephen King (2014). “Big Driver”, p.79, Simon and Schuster

He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands.

Running, Men, Simple

Stephen King (2016). “The Running Man”, p.126, Simon and Schuster

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

Running, Letters, Pants

Stephen King (2016). “The Running Man”, p.24, Simon and Schuster

I'm a salami writer. I try to write good salami, but salami is salami.

Writing, Trying, Salami

"Biography/ Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

There are a great many ways to commit suicide you know.

Suicide, Way, Great Men

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

It's exciting and it's thrilling and it's not particularly threatening, because they're not overtly sexual. A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that's a shorthand for all the feelings that they're not ready to deal with yet.

Girl, Running, Hot And Cold

The first is that good writing consists of mastering the fundamentals (vocabulary, grammar, the elements of style) and then filling the third level of your toolbox with the right instruments. The second is that while it is impossible to make a competent writer out of a bad writer, and while is equally impossible to make a great writer out of a good one, it is possible, with lots of hard work, dedication, and timely help, to make a good writer out of a merely competent one

Hard Work, Writing, Dedication

Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.

Writing, Very Good

"Twilight author Stephenie Meyer 'can't write worth a darn', says Stephen King" by Alison Flood, www.theguardian.com. February 5, 2009.

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes.

Shoes, Ties, Doe

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.84, Simon and Schuster

There should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall.

Wall, Writing, Looks

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.98, Simon and Schuster

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