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I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me. I think we tend to write out our phobias.

Time continued to pass - the oldest trick in the world, and maybe the only one that really is magic.

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?...Sometimes he makes us live.

You'll consider what you did wrong & bookend your reflections with hunger - no supper, no breakfast.

On the subject of love at first sight, I’m with the Beatles: I believe that it happens all the time.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.

Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

I think we rarely recognize the fifth business in our lives at the time those people are changing us.

Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

...stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.

Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten.

Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

No one ever really pays for betrayal in silver....The price of any betrayal always comes due in flesh.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.

A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

When you stack up all the years we are allowed against all there is to read, time is very short indeed.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

The first draft of a book—even a long one—should take no more than three months, the length of a season.

It's "Merry Christmas" at our house. Whatever it is at yours, have a happy one. And be good to somebody.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

I wanted to write a balls-to-the-wall supernatural horror story, something I haven't done in a long time.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

I think most of us are fascinated by the macabre and by the weird and even the nastiness that comes along.

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