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
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.
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.
They were close to the end of the beginning . . .
Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?" Yes." My Imagination." I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination." Roland and Eddie
I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
If it's OK to register cars and license drivers, why is it not OK to impose similar legal responsibilities on gun owners?
I work to loud music - hard-rock stuff like AC/DC, Guns 'n Roses, and Metallica have always been particular favorites - but for me the music is just another way of shutting the door.
Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.
There will be water if God wills it.
I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.
It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.
The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker