Stephen King Quotes - Page 8

Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.

Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.

The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go

A successful marriage was a balancing act-that was a thing everyone knew. A successful marriage was also dependent on a high tolerance for irritation.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I don't know why. It's just one of those mystery facts.

Strong delusions travel like cold germs on a sneeze.

Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.

She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially-not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

their respect for the mystery-the half-grasped but never spoken idea that maybe, when you got right down to the place where the cheese binds, there is no such thing as marriage, no such thing as union, that each soul stood alone and ultimately defied rationality. That was the mystery.

I know how bad you boys feel, but the sun will still come up tomorrow. And when it does, you 'll feel better. When the sun comes up the day after tomorrow, a little better still. This is just a part of your life, and it's over. It would have been better to win, but either way, it's over. Life will go on.

One of his followers murmured agreement, but another quietly slipped away. Now there was Norton and four others. Maybe that wasn't so bad. Christ Himself could only find twelve.

Pull down your pants! I've heard about nigger-cocks my whole life but never seen one!

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.