Bag of Bones Quotes

“Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“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.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time. Dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat-builders go on one hull at a time. If you write books, you go on one page at a time. We turn from all we know and all we fear. We study catalogues, watch football games, choose Sprint over AT&T. We count the birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear the footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, I agree that clouds often look like other things - fish and unicorns and men on horseback - but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts, which explains why so many writers who have run out of gas can keep coasting anyway, propelled on to the bestseller lists by the magic words AUTHOR OF on the covers of their books.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“Things conceived by minds and made by hands can never be quite the same, even if they try their best to be identical, because they're never the same from day to day or even moment to moment.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“The smell of oil in the air was huge and furry.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“What comes in when daylight leaves is a kind of certainty: that beneath the skin there is a secret, some mystery both black and bright. You feel this mystery in every breath, you see it in every shadow, you expect to plunge into it at every turn of a step.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“-No hay necesidad de ser grosero, señor Noonan.
Yo no estaba siendo grosero. Si hubiera querido ser grosero, le habría dado la bienvenida con una nube de matacucarachas en la cara.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“Well, I guess that in the computer magazines God is more often spelled Gates, but you know what I mean.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“Why would she do that?"
"Because she's a Yankee - a Maine Yankee, the worst kind. On a given day, they can make the Irish look logical.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“My first editor used to say that eighty-five per cent of what goes on in a novelist's head is none of his business, a sentiment I've never believed should be restricted to just writers.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones