Stephen King
Stephen King
Stephen Edwin Kingis an American author of contemporary horror, supernatural fiction, suspense, science fiction, and fantasy. His books have sold more than 350 million copies, many of which have been adapted into feature films, miniseries, television shows, and comic books. King has published 54 novels, including seven under the pen name Richard Bachman, and six non-fiction books. He has written nearly 200 short stories, most of which have been collected in book collections. Many of his stories are set in...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 September 1947
CityPortland, ME
Talent in cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.
Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'
I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.
The unconscious mind writes poetry if it's left alone.
Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.
Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.
I want to engage the reader. I'm an emotional writer, in the sense that I would be happy if you re-read a book for the intellectual or the mental part of it, but, the first time, I just like to reach out and grab you, pull you in.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.
For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.
The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.
and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
In polite society, we call our obsessions hobbies.