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Stephen King Quotes - Page 48

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I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.

I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.

Evil, Opinion, Dark Tower

Stephen King (2003). “Wizard and Glass”, Viking Press

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

Song, Voice, Rose

Stephen King (2006). “The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla”, p.186, Hachette UK

Isn't it too bad that the great truths are all such lies.

Lying, Deceit

But you don't do it. Because guys like us, Red, we know there's a third choice. An alternative to staying simon-pure or bathing in the filth and the slime. It's the alternative that grown-ups all over the world pick. You balance off your walk through the hog-wallow against what it gains you. You choose the lesser of two evils and try to keep your good intentions in front of you. And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

Dream, Sleep, Night

There are lots of guys out there who write a better prose line than I do and who have a better understanding of what people are really like and what humanity is supposed to mean - hell, I know that.

Writing, Mean, People

Stephen King (2016). “Misery: A Novel”, p.125, Simon and Schuster

Waiting rooms were made for books-of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone's favorite, the john.

Book, Reading, Waiting Rooms

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.92, Simon and Schuster

Remember that the truth is in the details. No matter how you see the world or what style it imposes on your work as an artist, the truth is in the details. Of course the devil's there, too-everyone says so-but maybe truth and the devil are words for the same thing. It could be you know.

Truth, Artist, Style

Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.34, Simon and Schuster

He needs to be corrected, if you don't mind me saying so. He needs a good talking-to, and perhaps a bit more. My own girls, sir, didn't care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of my matches and tried to burn it down. I corrected them. I corrected them most harshly. And when my wife tried to stop me from doing my duty, I corrected her.

Girl, Talking, Wife

Stephen King (2008). “The Shining”, p.443, Anchor

The object of fiction isn't grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story.... Writing is seduction. Good talk is part of seduction.

Writing, Fiction, Stories

Stephen King (2002). “On Writing”, p.128, Simon and Schuster

Everyone needs a hobby, he said. And everyone needs a miracle or two, just to prove life is more than just one long trudge from the cradle to the grave.

Life, Two, Long

Stephen King (2014). “Doctor Sleep”, p.547, Simon and Schuster

Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

Life, Stars, Lying

Stephen King (2014). “Mr. Mercedes: A Novel”, p.323, Simon and Schuster

Writing is like a little hole in reality that you can go through and you can get out and you can be someplace else for a while.

Writing, Reality, Littles

Stephen King, Tim Underwood, Chuck Miller (1988). “Bare bones: conversations on terror with Stephen King”, McGraw-Hill Companies

If you can read in the 21st century you own the world.

World, Century, 21st Century

If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.

Proud, Gross, Ifs

Stephen King (2011). “Danse Macabre”, p.26, Simon and Schuster

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Halloween, People, Appreciate

Stephen King (2011). “Full Dark, No Stars”, p.396, Simon and Schuster

Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.

Feel Better, Cooking, Made

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.734, Anchor

...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

Knowing, Library, Sitting

Stephen King (2016). “It: A Novel”, p.494, Simon and Schuster

"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. "Hedges against the night."

Hope, Simple, Night

Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.22, Simon and Schuster

It's the pool where we all go down to drink, to swim, to catch a little fish from the edge of the shore; it's also the pool where some hardy souls go out in their flimsy wooden boats after the big ones. It is the pool of life, the cup of imagination, and she has an idea that different people see different versions of it, but with two things ever in common: it's always about a mile deep in the Fairy Forest, and it's always sad. Because imagination isn't the only thing this place is about.

Ideas, Two, People

Stephen King (2008). “Lisey's Story: A Novel”, p.338, Simon and Schuster

I've put men to death-men with supposedly immortal souls-that looked dumber than that mouse

Men, Soul, Immortal

Stephen King (2016). “The Two Dead Girls”, p.50, Simon and Schuster

The workman cut to the left, still laying on his horn, and roared around the drunkenly weaving limousine. He invited the driver of the limo to perform an illegal sex act on himself. To engage in oral congress with various rodents and birds. He articulated his own proposal that all persons of Negro blood return to their native continent. He expressed his sincere belief in the position the limo driver's soul would occupy in the afterlife. He finished by saying that he believed he had met the limodriver's mother in a New Orleans house of prostitution.

Mother, Sex, Cutting

Forced to define 'irrational subconscious,' I would say that it is a small padded room inside all of us, where the only furnishing is a small card table, and the only thing on the card table is a revolver loaded with flexible bullets.

Cards, Tables, Bullets

Stephen King (2017). “Skeleton Crew: Stories”, p.671, Simon and Schuster

And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of town banging away at a quail or pheasant; if the only sound is the slow beat of your own heart, you can hear another sound, and that is the sound of life winding down to its cyclic close, waiting for the first winter snow to perform last rites.

Uncles, Heart, Autumn

Stephen King (2008). “'Salem's Lot”, p.201, Anchor

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.

Wind, England, Silent

Stephen King (2000). “Salem's Lot”, p.141, Simon and Schuster

There's one novel, Cujo, that I barely remember writing at all.

Writing, Remember, Novel

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft”, p.122, Simon and Schuster

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