Stephen King

Stephen King

American author
21 September 1947 —

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Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That`s what makes them children.

Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

The most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

In the words of the great rock and roll poet, I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.

Memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black hole of nothingness that you came out of.

There`s a surfeit even of death.

The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth`s wing.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.


Inflexible rule of life - when you really need to get drunk, you can never afford to do it.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.


The two most beautiful words in any language are: I forgive.

If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

When one is amazed and heartsick, it’s usually best to say nothing, for in that state, any word will be the wrong word.


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