Stephen King

Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

— Stephen King

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

— Stephen King

The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

— Stephen King

People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them that I have the heart of a small boy -- and I keep it in a jar on my desk.

— Stephen King

Hurt's a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don't change facts.

— Stephen King

When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

— Stephen King

He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate.

— Stephen King

(on love) It's the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down... bring them low... and make them crawl.

— Stephen King

It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.

— Stephen King

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just... come out the other side. Or you don't.

— Stephen King

His was the face you could never quite see, his the hands which dealt all the spades from a dead deck, his the eyes beyond the flames, his the grin from beyond the grave of the world.

— Stephen King

Love didn't grow very well in place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

— Stephen King

Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.

— Stephen King