stephen-king

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters._ Stephen King, The Shining

It's worked! Our marriage has outlasted all of the world leaders, except for Castro. And if we keep talking, arguing, making love and dancing to the Ramones- it'll probably keep working.

Fifty yards ahead of us, a doe had come out of the woods. She stepped delicately over one rusty GS&WM track and onto the railbed, where the weeds and goldenrod were so high they brushed against her sides. She paused there, looking at us calmly, ears cocked forward. What I remember about that moment was the silence. No bird sang, no plane went droning overhead. If my mother had been with us, she'd have had her camera and would have been taking pictures like mad. Thinking of that made me miss her in a way I hadn't in years.

Shall I tell you what sociology teaches us about the human race? I__l give it to you in a nutshell. Show me a man or woman alone and I__l show you a saint. Give me two and they__l fall in love. Give me three and they__l invent the charming thing we call __ociety_. Give me four and they__l build a pyramid. Give me five and they__l make one an outcast. Give me six and they__l reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they__l reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.Art consists of the persistence of memory.

Isn't bravery always sort of beautiful?

Sometimes you want to change the past by going from the future in the past. But sometimes you find that everything which you have done, it's not better but it becomes worst but why?(11.22.63 - Better Check it out!)

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

I just met Stephen King in my dreams... I just said what I have watched and read from his books... Mainly I received a hug from him, it was like we are friends from long time.

Dreams are a simple psychological emetic, and people who have them are more blessed than cursed

FEAR stands for fuck everything and run.

Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

If someone had asked him, __en, are you lonely? , _ he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams...

Am I weird?""Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.

I believe the first draft of a book _ even a long one _ should take no more than three months_Any longer and _ for me, at least _ the story begins to take on an odd foreign feel, like a dispatch from the Romanian Department of Public Affairs, or something broadcast on high-band shortwave duiring a period of severe sunspot activity.