Stephen King Quotes - Page 6

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.

And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.

If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

To write is human, to edit is divine.

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.

Why does she have to be such a...such a..."

"Go on," I said. "The truth is never cussing, Son."

"Such a bitch!

Things conceived by minds and made by hands can never be quite the same, even if they try their best to be identical, because they're never the same from day to day or even moment to moment.

He was in that mostly empty-headed state of grace which is sometimes such fertile soil ; it's the ground from which our brightest dreams and biggest ideas (both good and spectacularly bad) suddenly burst forth, often full-blown.

Remember that "seeing is believing" puts the cart before the horse. Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Sometimes dead is better

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.