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 see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.
The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.
It's only a little secret, but having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.
It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.
The act of writing itself is done in secret, like masturbation.
A secret needs two faces to bounce between; a secret needs to see itself in another pair of eyes.
Successful rebellions always begin in secret.
I'm curious to see what sort of response there is and whether or not this is the future,
I'm delighted to know that my future with Scribner, Pocket Books and Simon & Schuster Audio is secure.
I want some sort of guarantee that Mr. Harmon is going to do his time in Montana.
...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.
The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart wants what the heart wants.