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
FEAR stands for face everything and recover – Old AA saying
Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.
You’d be surprised what a person can live with,” Dan said.
The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.
The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.
The Overlook was still not done with him. Written on the mirror, not in lipstick but in blood, was a single word: REDRUM
Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.
He had come to believe that life was a series of ironic ambushes. - Doctor Sleep
That's the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the most inopportune moments.
How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.
She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.
If something is accessible to a lot of people, it's got to be dumb because most people are dumb.
The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.
The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.