The best Quotes by Stephen King

I fled out of the deep night - the deep night of the protected child-life , and tugged into the bright Day - the bright day of being-grownup

J.K. Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

A person who doesn't learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.

The world has teeth and it can bite you with them any time it wants.

When asked, 'How do you write?' I invariably answer, 'one word at a time.'

'I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?' She studied him, her eyes grave. 'Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.'

Sometimes you had to know. Sometimes you had to see.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Time is a face on the water

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

Stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.

You could get used to anything if you had to. She knew that now.

The world is a worst case scenario and I'm afraid that all you sense is true.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and Fries.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

The good thing about being old, is you don’t have to worry about dying young.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

No great thing is created suddenly.

FEAR stands for f-ck everything and run.

FEAR stands for face everything and recover.

He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes.

'Want a Coke?' Abra asked. 'Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.'

We're all dying. The world’s just a hospice with fresh air.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and a-sholes.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. 'Grownups are the real monsters', he thought.

What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.

Maybe there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.

At this point his dream stuttered; it caught in his mind like a bone in a throat.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

Ninety-five percent of people who walk the earth are simply inert. One percent are saints, and one percent are a-sholes. The other three percent are people who do what they say they can do.