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  • #1
    Stephen King
    “Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
    Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons

  • #2
    Stephen King
    “Your hair is winter fire
    January embers
    My heart burns there, too.”
    Stephen King, It

  • #3
    Stephen King
    “Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #4
    Stephen King
    “Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
    Stephen King

  • #5
    Stephen King
    “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
    Stephen King

  • #6
    Stephen King
    “Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”
    Stephen King

  • #7
    Stephen King
    “Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll 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.”
    Stephen King , The Stand

  • #8
    Stephen King
    “The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”
    Stephen King

  • #9
    Stephen King
    “Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.”
    Stephen King

  • #10
    Stephen King
    “The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.”
    Stephen King

  • #11
    Stephen King
    “the only mortal sin is giving up.”
    Stephen King

  • #12
    Stephen King
    “When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "One word at a time," and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That's all. One stone at a time. But I've read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.”
    Stephen King

  • #13
    Stephen King
    “Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.”
    Stephen King

  • #14
    Stephen King
    “The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows”
    Stephen King

  • #15
    Stephen King
    “You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.”
    Stephen King
    tags: life

  • #16
    Stephen King
    “God grant me to SERENITY to accept what I cannot change the TENACITY to change what I may and the GOOD LUCK not to f*** up too often”
    King, Stephen, 'Salem's Lot

  • #17
    Stephen King
    “Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #18
    Stephen King
    “She put a hand on his hip and turned him to her. "But things could go wrong, so i want to tell you something while it's just the two of us, Eddie. I want to tell you how much I love you." She spoke simply, with no drama.
    I know you do," he said, "but I'll be damned if I know why."
    Because you made me feel whole," she said. "When I was younger, I used to vacillate between thinking love was this great and glorious mystery and thinking it was just something a bunch of Hollywood move producers made up to sell more tickets in the Depression, when Dish Night kind of played out."
    Eddie laughed.
    Now I think that all of us are born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You...Eddie, you fill me up.”
    Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

  • #19
    Stephen King
    “Invitation to Dance-
    It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.
    But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark.
    May I have the pleasure?”
    Stephen King

  • #20
    Irina Dunn
    “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
    Irina Dunn

  • #21
    Stephen King
    “Do it for joy and you can do it forever”
    King, Stephen

  • #22
    Stephen King
    “never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.”
    Stephen King, The Dark Tower
    tags: god

  • #23
    Stephen King
    “It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”
    Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

  • #24
    Stephen King
    “God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.”
    Stephen King

  • #25
    Stephen King
    “We're here to fuck shit up”
    Stephen King

  • #26
    Stephen King
    “People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.”
    Stephen King, The Stand

  • #27
    Stephen King
    “A coward judges all he sees by what he is.”
    Stephen King, The Dark Tower

  • #28
    Stephen King
    “Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair”
    Stephen King

  • #29
    Stephen King
    “The devil's voice is sweet to hear.”
    Stephen King

  • #30
    Stephen King
    “Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked. 'I only repeat myself because you really do not seem that eager.' He held it up, smiling. He was wearing a baggy silk suit with great big orange buttons. A bright tie, electric-blue, flopped down his front, and on his hands were big white gloves, like the kind Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck always wore.

    Yes, sure,' George said, looking into the stormdrain.

    And a balloon? I’ve got red and green and yellow and blue...'

    Do they float?'

    Float?' The clown’s grin widened. 'Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there’s cotton candy...'

    George reached.

    The clown seized his arm.

    And George saw the clown’s face change.
    What he saw then was terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke.

    They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. His screams were shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people came to their windows or bolted out onto their porches.

    They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–'

    George's shoulder socked against the cement of the curb and Dave Gardener, who had stayed home from his job at The Shoeboat that day because of the flood, saw only a small boy in a yellow rain-slicker, a small boy who was screaming and writhing in the gutter with muddy water surfing over his face and making his screams sound bubbly.

    Everything down here floats,' that chuckling, rotten voice whispered, and suddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony, and George Denbrough knew no more.

    Dave Gardener was the first to get there, and although he arrived only forty-five seconds after the first scream, George Denbrough was already dead. Gardener grabbed him by the back of the slicker, pulled him into the street...and began to scream himself as George's body turned over in his hands. The left side of George’s slicker was now bright red. Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole where his left arm had been. A knob of bone, horribly bright, peeked through the torn cloth.

    The boy’s eyes stared up into the white sky, and as Dave staggered away toward the others already running pell-mell down the street, they began to fill with rain.”
    Stephen King, It



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