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Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.

Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.

Stephen King
Morning, Naps, Afternoon
Stephen King (2000). “On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft”, p.96, Simon and Schuster

I write in the mornings, in the bright daylight. But I get most of my good ideas after the sun has gone down and the dark is on the land.

Stephen King
Morning, Writing, Dark
Interview with Phil Konstantin, americanindian.net. July 1987.

Of all the questions I'm asked, the most difficult is, "How does it feel to be famous?" Since I'm not, that question always catches me with a feeling of surrealism....I've got three kids and I've changed all their diapers, and when it's two o'clock in the morning and you're changing something that's sort of special delivery with one eye open and one eye shut you don't feel famous.

Stephen King
Morning, Kids, Eye

Part of my function as a writer is to dream awake. And that usually happens. If I sit down to write in the morning, in the beginning of that writing session and the ending of that session, I'm aware that I'm writing. I'm aware of my surroundings. It's like shallow sleep on both ends, when you go to bed and when you wake up. But in the middle, the world is gone and I'm able to see better.

Stephen King
Dream, Morning, Writing

Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.

Stephen King
Morning, Book, Reading
Stephen King (2015). “The Bazaar of Bad Dreams: Stories”, p.246, Simon and Schuster

How do we remember to remember? That's a question I've asked myself often since my time on Duma Key, often in the small hours of the morning, looking up into the absence of light, remembering absent friends. Sometimes in those little hours I think about the horizon. You have to establish the horizon. You have to mark the white. A simple enough act, you might say, but any act that re-makes the world is heroic. Or so I've come to believe.

Stephen King
Morning, Believe, Simple
Stephen King (2008). “Duma Key: A Novel”, p.1, Simon and Schuster

You know," Glen Bateman said, looking out toward Grand Junction in the early light of morning, "I've heard the saying 'That sucks' for years without really being sure of what it meant. Now I think I know.

Stephen King
Morning, Thinking, Light
Stephen King (2008). “The Stand”, p.1479, Anchor

I've always thought it would be fun to update "Hansel and Gretel." I'd have these white parents in the suburbs with an income of fifty or sixty thousand dollars. Daddy loses his job, and the wicked stepmother says, "We could get along, we could keep our Mastercharge, if you'd just get rid of those shitty kids." Finally the father hires a limo and tells the driver, "Drop 'em off on Lenox Avenue in Harlem at two in the morning." These two little white kids land there. They're menaced. And this supposedly nice black lady says, "Would you like some candy?"

Stephen King
Morning, Jobs, Fun

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