Stephen King Up Quotations

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

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they "don't have time to read." This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying that he didn't have time to buy any rope or pitons.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

... don't let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you've never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamploma. Yes, you're a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago - but so what? If you don't start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill 'em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that's my idea; sit down an smoke that baby.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

the only mortal sin is giving up.

Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Aghhh! Gordie: And then your mom goes around the corner and she licks it up.

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

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