Stephen King

Dreams fade. Reality doesn`t.

Acknowledge the day. [...] It`s the only one you`ll have until tomorrow.

The very old and the very young always saw most clearly.

When you get old, peace is about all you want. You folks might not believe that now, but you`ll find out.

If you can`t let go of the past, the mistakes you`ve made will eat you alive.

Reality is thin ice, but most people skate on it their whole lives and never fall through until the very end.

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.