Four Past Midnight Quotes

“A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love;I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touch. I still believe that the cost of these connections is horribly, outrageously high... and I still believe that the value received far outweighs the price which must be paid. (From introductory notes.)”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“while the road of good intentions might end in hell, the people who tried to fill the potholes along the way deserved at least some credit.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Then his lids closed slowly over his slightly bloodshot eyes, and Mort Rainey, who had yet to discover what true horror was all about, fell asleep.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Writing, it seems to me, is a secret act—as secret as dreaming—and that was one aspect of this strange and dangerous craft I had never thought about much.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Have I gotten everything right? I doubt it. Not even the great Daniel Defoe did that; in Robinson Crusoe, our hero strips naked, swims out to the ship he has recently escaped....and then fills up his pockets with items he will need to stay alive on his desert island.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I’m not taking that,” Mort said, and part of him was marvelling at what a really accommodating beast a man was: when someone held something out to you, your first instinct was to take it. No matter if it was a check for a thousand dollars or a stick of dynamite with a lit and fizzing fuse, your first instinct was to take it.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Factual mistakes usually result from a failure to ask the right question and not from erroneous information.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“They ate as they came, rolling up narrow strips of the world.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I was drunk and half killed with fuckin”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“You never ever asked Lady Luck for a date; she had a way of standing men up just when they needed her the most. But if she showed up on her own ... well, it was wise to drop whatever it was you were doing and take her out and wine her and dine her just as lavishly as you could. That was one bitch who always put out if you treated her right.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“He remembered Amy reading a review of The Organ-Grinder’s Boy which had first acknowledged the book’s pace and readability, and then suggested a certain derivativeness in its plotting. She’d said, “So what? Don’t these people know there are only about five really good stories, and writers just tell them over and over, with different characters?” Mort himself believed there were at least six stories: success; failure; love and loss; revenge; mistaken identity; the search for a higher power, be it God or the devil. He had told the first four over and over, obsessively,”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I obsess over the possibility of bad reviews and brood over them when they come. But they don't get me down for long; I just kill a few children and old ladies, and then I'm right as a trivet again...”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“still believe, I suppose, in the coming of the White and in finding a place to make a stand ... and defending that place to the death.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I think they still remember today – the bankers and lawyers and big-time farmers who were once Ardelia’s Good Babies. I can still see em, wearin pinafores and short pants, sittin in those little chairs, lookin at Ardelia in the middle of the circle, their eyes so big and round they looked like pie-plates. And I think that when it gets dark and the storms come, or when they are sleepin and the nightmares come, they go back to bein kids. I think the doors open and they see the Three Bears – Ardelia’s Three Bears – eatin the brains out of Goldilocks’ head with their wooden porridge-spoons, and Baby Bear wearin Goldilocks’ scalp on his head like a long golden wig. I think they wake up sweaty, feelin sick and afraid. I think that’s what she left this town. I think she left a legacy of secret nightmares.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“They say murderers go to hell. If so, then I'll get along fine since I spent the last eight years there.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“If life was like a mystery novel, Albert, where coincidence is not allowed and the odds are never beaten for long, it would be a much tidier business. I've found, though, that in real life coincidence is not the exception but the rule.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“he felt all the way back; now he could understand again why, as hurt and confused as he had been, he had rejected the urges he felt—mostly at night—to ask her if they couldn’t at least try to reconcile their differences. He supposed he knew that, if he asked long enough and hard enough, she would agree. But facts were facts; there had been a lot more wrong with their marriage than Amy’s real-estate salesman. The drilling quality her voice had taken on now—that was another symptom of what had killed them. What have you done now? the tone under the words asked . . . no, demanded. What kind of a mess have you gotten yourself into now? Explain yourself.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Ah, the dreadful patient persistence of addiction, he thought. What had Hemingway said? Not this August, nor this September—this year you have to do what you like. But the time comes around again. It always does. Sooner or later you stick something back in your big dumb old mouth again. A drink, a smoke, maybe the barrel of a shotgun. Not this August, nor this September . . . . . . unfortunately, this was October.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Meg, honestly bewildered, looked at her mother and said: ‘Why are they doing that, Mom?’ Mrs Delevan said, ‘Because they have penises, dear.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Lacking that, you could always drop your pants and wag your wing-wang at the audience.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“It was as black as an elephant’s asshole in here.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I know writers who claim not to read their notices, or not to be hurt by the bad ones if they do, and I actually believe two of these individuals. I'm one of the other kind - I obsess over the possibility of bad reviews and brood over them when they come. But they don't get me down for long; I just kill a few children and old ladies, and then I'm right as a trivet again.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I'm still doing the same thing: writing stories. And it is still a great deal more than what I know; it is still what I love. Oh, don't get me wrong - I love my wife and I love my children, but it's still a pleasure to find these peculiar side roads, to go down them, to see who lives there, to see what they're doing and who they're doing it to and maybe even why. I still love the strangeness of it, and those gorgeous moments when the pictures come clear and the events begin to make a pattern. There is always a tail to take. The beast is quick and I sometimes miss my grip, but when I do get it, I hang on tight . . . and it feels fine.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“The house was full of dusty late-afternoon sunlight and silence. But it did not feel like unoccupied silence.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Meg, honestly bewildered, looked at her mother and said: “Why are they doing that, Mom?”
Mrs. Delevan said, “Because they have penises, dear. Go hang up your coat.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love; I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touch. I still believe that the cost of those connections is horribly, outrageously high . . . and I still believe that the value received far outweighs the price which must be paid.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight

“Ve bu gençler, ucuza alınacak bir şeyin çözüm değil, yeni bir sorun olduğunu anlamıyorlardı.”
― Stephen King, Four Past Midnight