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Stephen King Quotes about Home

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Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me

Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.

Falling In Love, Fear, Home

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.454, Hachette UK

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Home, Back Home, Pay

Stephen King (2016). “It: A Novel”, p.83, Simon and Schuster

Terror. When you come home and notice everything you own has been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you-you hear it-you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around there’s nothing there.

Taken, Home, Light

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

Home, Intelligence, Hospitality

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

Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Fall, Home, Kids

Stephen King (1987). “It: 2”, Signet

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

Home, Writing, School

Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

Home, Dancing, Moon Rise

Stephen King (2016). “11/22/63: A Novel”, p.512, Simon and Schuster

I don't want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world but opted for the Home Shopping Network Instead).

Home, Shopping, Generations

Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.37, Simon and Schuster

I spend a lot of time parenting because I'm home. A friend of mine told me that the average father sees each kid an average of twenty-two minutes a week, which I found almost unbelievable. Mine are in my hip pocket all the time. And I like it that way.

Father, Home, Kids

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

Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.

Home, Men, Opposites

Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.569, Anchor

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

Home, Writing, Letters

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

Home, Sleep, Moon

Stephen King (2016). “11/22/63: A Novel”, p.512, Simon and Schuster

Guys, gals, now hear this: No one wants to take away your hunting rifles. No one wants to take away your shotguns. No one wants to take away your revolvers, and no one wants to take away your automatic pistols, as long as said pistols hold no more than ten rounds. If you can't kill a home invader (or your wife, up in the middle of the night to get a snack from the fridge) with ten shots, you need to go back to the local shooting range.

Home, Hunting, Night

"Stephen King: why the US must introduce limited gun controls" by Stephen King, www.theguardian.com. February 1, 2013.

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

Home, Writing, Small Rooms

Stephen King (2014). “Pet Sematary”, p.33, Simon and Schuster

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.

Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

Pain, Stress, Home

Stephen King (2016). “Coffey's Hands”, p.26, Simon and Schuster

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