I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

Stephen King

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The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly... by Stephen King

The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly begun.

moved-on done world

It had that comfortably sprung, lived-in look that library books with a lively circulation always get; bent page corners, a dab of mustard on page 331, a whiff of some reader's spilled after-dinner whiskey on page 468. Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us, how good stories abide, unchanged and mutely wise, while we poor humans grow older and slower.

library wise book

Books are a uniquely portable magic. by Stephen King

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

kings education book

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly. by Stephen King

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

information giving lying

Do you drink?" "Of course,I just said I was a writer. by Stephen King

Do you drink?" "Of course,I just said I was a writer.

drinking funny art

In spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don’t or won’t or can’t and plenty of them aren’t in prison either.

spite prison problem

Schizoid behavior is a pretty common thing in children. It's accepted, because all we adults have this unspoken agreement that children are lunatics.

adults agreement children

The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.

limitless glory way

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living. by Stephen King

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

fool

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

walking-dead dark looks

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

real dream sleep

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

kings writing book

People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.

wings people thinking

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

shining writing fiction

The late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood. by Stephen King

The late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood.

childhood oil sweet

Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial... by Stephen King

Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial sense of profundity.

profundity artificial symbolism

never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh. by Stephen King

never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

laughing needs

Let's face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in. by Stephen King

Let's face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.

faces kids school

Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

doors men night

The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?" I thought we had been." But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!

men two lying