Stephen King

“They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt.”

“Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.”

“But who can foresee such things? None of us can predict the final outcomes of our actions, and few of us even try; most of us just do what we do to prolong a moment's pleasure or to stop the pain. And even when we act for the noblest reasons, the last link of the chain all too often drips with someone's blood.”

“I work until beer o'clock.”

“See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; He holds us all within his mind. On his back all vows are made; He sees the truth but may not said. He loves the land and loves the sea, And even loves a child like me”

“See the TURTLE of enormous girth,On his shell he holds the earth.If you want to run and play,Come along the BEAM today.”

“Commala-come-comeThere’s a young man with a gun.Young man lost his honeyWhen she took it on the run.Commala-come-one!She took it on the run!Left her baby lonelyBut he baby ain’t done.Commala-come-cooThe wind’ll blow ya through.Ya gotta go where ka’s wind blows yaCause there’s nothin else to do.Commala-come-two!Nothin else to do!Gotta go where ka’s wind blows yaCause there’s nothin else to do.Commala-come-keyCan you tell me what ya see?Is it ghosts or just the mirrorThat makes ya wanna flee?Commala-come-three!I beg ya, tell me!Is it ghosts or just your darker selfThat makes ya wanna flee?Commala-come-koWhatcha doin at my do’?If ya doan tell me now, my friendI’ll lay ya on de flo’.Commala-come-fo’!I can lay ya low!The things I’ve do to such as youYou never wanna know.Commala-gin-jiveAin’t it grand to be alive?To look out on DiscordiaWhen the Demon Moon arrives.Commala-come-five!Even when the shadows rise!To see the world and walk the worldMakes ya glad to be alive.Commala-mox-nix!You’re in a nasty fix!To take a hand in traitor’s gloveIs to grasp a sheaf of sticks!Commala-come-six!Nothing there but thorns and sticks!When your find your hand in traitor’s gloveYou’re in a nasty fix.Commala-loaf-leaven!They go to hell or up to heaven!The the guns are shot and the fires hot,You got to poke em in the oven.Commala-come-seven!Salt and yow’ for leaven!Heat em up and knock em downAnd poke em in the oven.Commala-ka-kateYou’re in the hands of fate.No matter if it’s real or not,The hour groweth late.Commala-come-eight!The hour groweth late!No matter what shade ya castYou’re in the hands of fate.Commala-me-mineYou have to walk the line.When you finally get the thing you needIt makes you feel so fine.Commala-come-nine!It makes ya feel fine!But if you’d have the thing you needYou have to walk the line.Commala-come-kenIt’s the other one again.You may know her name and faceBut that don’t make her your friend.Commala-come-ten!She is not your friend!If you let her get too closeShe’ll cut you up again!Commala-come-callWe hail the one who made us all,Who made the men and made the maids,Who made the great and small.Commala-come-call!He made us great and small!And yet how great the hand of fateThat rules us one and all.Commala-come-ki,There’s a time to live and one to die.With your back against the final wallYa gotta let the bullets fly.Commala-come-ki!Let the bullets fly!Don’t ‘ee mourn for me, my ladsWhen it comes my day to die.Commala-come-kass!The child has come at last!Sing your song, O sing it well,The child has come to pass.Commala-come-kass,The worst has come to pass.The Tower trembles on its ground;The child has come at last.Commala-come-come,The battle’s now begun!And all the foes of men and roseRise with the setting sun.”

“Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jiggers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers," King said, and actually laughed.”

“King looked back at Roland. "As The Man With No Name--a fantasy version of Clint Eastwood--you were okay. A lot of fun to partner up with.""Is that how you think of it?""Yes. But then you changed. Right under my hand. It got so I couldn't tell if you were the hero, the antihero, or no hero at all. When you let the kid drop, that was the capper.""You said you made me do that."Looking Roland straight in the eyes--blue meeting blue amid the endless choir of voices--King said, "I lied, brother.”

“When you've had a little success, magazines are a lot less apt to use that phrase, 'Not for us.”

“Do the dead sing? Do they love?”

“Silahşor ona, "Ölümden sonra hayat olduğuna inanıyor musun?" diye sordu.Brown başını salladı. "Evet. Bence ölümden sonraki hayat bu işte.”

“Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction can be difficult, lonely job; it’s like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There’s plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.”

“The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn't like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.”

“She had been amazed-and a little relieved-to discover that she was not concealing some private neurosis; almost all imaginative people heard voices. Not just thoughts but actual voices inside their heads, different personae, each as clearly defined as the voices on an old-time radio show. They came from the right side of the brain, the teacher explained-the side which is most commonly associated with visions of telepathy and that striking human ability to create images by drawing comparisons and making metaphors.There are no such things as flying saucers.”

“The feel of the sticky wetness down there when she moved made her grimace. God, she wanted to get cleaned up. In a hurry.”

“I'm going to kill you, you lying cocksucker." -Annie Wilks”

“Fear is fertile and rage is its offspring..”

“Angels may be safe from damnation, but human beings are less fortunate things, and for them hell is always close”

“They'll float," it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too-”

“The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever, like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed te incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever.”

“John's eyes turned to me...I saw no resignation in them, no hope of heaven, no drawing peace. How I would love to tell you that I did. How I would love to tell myself that. What I saw was misery...fear, incompletion and incomprehension. They were the eyes of a trapped and terrified animal. (The Green Mile/Paul Edgecomb character)”

“Here is one of the great truths of the human condition: when you need Stayfree Maxi Pads to absorb the expectorants produced by your insulted body, you are in serious fucking trouble.”

“I stroked a big red A on top of his paper. Looked at it for a moment or two, then added a big red +. Because it was good, and because his pain had evoked an emotional reaction in me, his reader. And isn’t that what A+ writing is supposed to do? Evoke a response?”

“Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.”

“and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I'll take A Midsummer Night's Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.”

“This was a fact so simple that it defied logic. It bypassed logic.”

“Because sometimes longshots came in. Both for good and for ill.”

“Africa.That bird came from Africa.But you mustn't cry for that bird, Paulie, because after a while it forgot about how the veldt smelled at noonday, and the sounds of the wildebeests at the waterhole, and the high acidic smell of the ieka-ieka trees in the great clearing north of the Big road. After awhile it forgot the cerise color of the sun dying behind Kilimanjaro. After awhile it only knew the muddy, smogged-out sunsets of Boston, that was all it remembered and all it wanted to remember. After awhile it didn't want to go back anymore, and if someone took it back and set it free it would only crouch in one place, afraid and hurting and homesick in two unknown and terribly ineluctable directions until something came along and killed it.'Oh Africa, oh, shit,' he said in a trembling voice.”

“There's an old rule of theater that goes, 'If there's a gun on the mantel in Act I, it must go off in Act III.' The reverse is also true.”

“He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.”

“They lived in fearful perplexity and passed it off as imagination”

“There had never been a shortage of fools in the world”

“Money talks, bullshit walks.”

“Because you may not love the candy-man, but you do love the candy.”

“How I wish you were fear.”

“I had a moment to wonder just what he did at David Emerson's, which really was where Libertyville's elite bought. Was he a salesman? I could see him showing some smart young lady around, saying, Here's one fuck of a nice couch, ma'am, and look at this goddam settee, we sure didn't have nothing like that on Guadalcanal when those fucking stoned-out Japs came at us with their Maxwell House swords.”

“O te consagras a vivir o te dedicas a morir.”

“Algunos pájaros no están destinados a que los enjaulen, eso es todo. Tienen las plumas demasiado brillantes, su canto es demasiado dulce y libre. Así que, o les dejas irse, o, cuando abres la jaula para darles de comer, se las arreglan para escapar volando. Y la parte de ti que en el fondo creía que era un error tenerlos cautivos se alboroza, pese al hecho de que el lugar en que vives sea mucho más lóbrego y triste tras su partida.”

“No es una hoja de papel lo que hace a un hombre. Ni la cárcel lo que le deshace.”

“Here is the final truth of horror movies: They do not love death, as some have suggested; they love life. They do not celebrate deformity but by dwelling on deformity, they sing of health and energy. By showing us the miseries of the damned, they help us to rediscover the smaller (but never petty) joys of our own lives.”

“Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.”

“But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.”

“One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.”

“When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.”

“Don't wait for the muse.”

“She looks like the type that might freak out. It's something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.”

“There's a gate in our heads, too-that's what I think. One that keeps the insanity in all of us from flooding our intellects. And at critical moments, it swings open and all kinds of weird shit comes flooding through.”

“In the end, daughter of pandora that I am, my curiosity got the best of me. I wish it hadn't.”

“You see, I may be trying to forget, but I still remember quite a lot.”