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
I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.
I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.
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.
Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.
A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.
An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.
The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.
Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way.
Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—
Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people's heads is none of their smucking business.
The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring about what was inside.
It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.