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Stephen King Quotes - Page 49

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When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

Death, Men, Want

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.274, Anchor

It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.

Jobs, Language, Bones

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.487, Anchor

Whatever came to mind, whatever came to hand, I would read.

Hands, Mind

I started to submit when I was twelve, and obviously at that time they weren't good enough, and I suppose in my heart of hearts I knew it. But you have to start sooner or later, you have to dig in.

Writing, Heart, Twelve

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

This is probably the single great subject of horror fiction: our need to cope with a mystery that can be understood only with the aid of a helpful imagination.

Imagination, Needs, Fiction

Stephen King (2007). “Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales”, p.405, Simon and Schuster

Too often, in novels that are speculative, God is a kind of kryptonite, and that's about all that it is, and it goes back to Dracula, where someone dumps a crucifix in Count Dracula's face, and he pulls away and runs back into his house. That's not religion. That's some kind of juju, like a talisman.

Running, Kryptonite, House

I don't want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world and opted for the Home Shopping Network instead), but there was a view among the student writers I knew at that time that good writing came spontaneously, in an uprush of feeling that had to be caught at once; when you were building that all-important stairway to heaven, you couldn't just stand around with your hammer in your hand.

Home, Writing, Views

"On Writing". Book by Stephen King, 1999.

The best show on television is Red Sox baseball. Everything else sucks.

Baseball, Television, Red

That's something that is almost accidental at the beginning of a career, but the more you write, the more trained you are to recognize the little signals.

Writing, Careers, Littles

"Stephen King on the Creative Process, the State of Fiction, and More". Interview With James Parker, www.theatlantic.com. April 12, 2011.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

Rain, Black, Shadow

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

Circles, Burning, Moisture

Stephen King (2016). “It”, p.788, Simon and Schuster

The sandwich he made was bologna and cheese, his favorite. All the sandwiches he made were his favorites; that was one of the advantages of being single.

Being Single, Sandwiches, Bologna

Stephen King (2008). “'Salem's Lot”, p.210, Anchor

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

Cry

Stephen King (2008). “'Salem's Lot”, p.223, Anchor

Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth. As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon.

Summer, Mean, Sky

Stephen King (2000). “Salem's Lot”, p.368, Simon and Schuster

a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.

Summer, Purple, Yellow

Stephen King (2000). “Salem's Lot”, p.368, Simon and Schuster

Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.

Firefly, Clouds, Monsters

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.316, Anchor

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

Running, Dream, Wine

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

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.

Thinking, Might, Worms

As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where faith did constant battle with doubt, was terrified that there would be no answer.

Doubt, Mind, Battle

Stephen King (2016). “Desperation”, p.359, Simon and Schuster

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

Listening, Mud, Faces

Stephen King (2016). “Gerald's Game”, p.207, Simon and Schuster

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down.

Stars, Sky, Velvet

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

Sunset, Water, Calm

Stephen King (1999). “Bag Of Bones: A Novel”, p.109, Simon and Schuster

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Reality, Bent

Stephen King (2007). “Dreamcatcher”, p.236, Hachette UK

You said 'God is cruel' the way a person who's lived his whole life on Tahiti might say 'Snow is cold'. You knew, but you didn't understand." He stepped close to David and put his palms on the boy's cold cheeks. "Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?

Boys, Snow, Tahiti

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

Numbers, Houston, Four

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.32, Anchor

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