Stephen King
Stephen King
Stephen Edwin Kingis an American author of contemporary horror, supernatural fiction, suspense, science fiction, and fantasy. His books have sold more than 350 million copies, many of which have been adapted into feature films, miniseries, television shows, and comic books. King has published 54 novels, including seven under the pen name Richard Bachman, and six non-fiction books. He has written nearly 200 short stories, most of which have been collected in book collections. Many of his stories are set in...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 September 1947
CityPortland, ME
Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!
Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up
Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.
Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.
Don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha.
You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.
Don’t go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.
The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.
Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear
What is writing? Writing is telepathy.