Stephen King

"You've got to go to Boston, and you've got to go there NOW!!"

"There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition."

"I can see your dirtypillows."

"When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off."

"Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams"

"You stole my story and something's got to be done about it."

"Is it because I'm a girl"Reluctantly, Bill nodded his head. She looked at him for a moment, her lips trembling, and Richie thought she would cry. Instead, she exploded. "Well, fuck you!" She whirled around to look at the others, and they flinched from her gaze, so hot it was nearly radioactive. "Fuck all of you if you think the same thing!" she turned back to Bill and began to talk fast, rapping him with words. "This is something more than some diddly shit kids game like tag, or guns, or hide and go seek, and you know it, Bill! We're supposed to do this, that's part of it! And you're not going to cut me out just because I'm a girl, do you understand? You better. Or I'm leaving right now!"

"Donald Trump is worse than any horror story I've written."

"Horror spawns horror"

"Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream."

"Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."

"We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones."

"Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly."

"Invitation to Dance-It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?"

"Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying."

"Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed."

"The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker"

"...so I think writers are made and not born. But what you choose to write is buried so deeply inside it's like lodestones inside you and sooner or later you come near something that you're supposed to be doing with your life and it's like a magnet. It attracts."

"So in that sense, I and my fellow horror writers are absorbing and defusing all your fears and anxieties and insecurities and taking them upon ourselves. We’re sitting in the darkness beyond the flickering warmth of your fire, cackling into our caldrons and spitting out spider webs of words, all the time sucking the sickness from your minds and spewing it out into the night."

"When you write a story you're telling yourself the story. When you rewrite your main job is taking out all the things that are NOT the story."