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
If you don't have time to read, then you have more time to write. Simple as that.
I'm delighted to know that my future with Scribner, Pocket Books and Simon & Schuster Audio is secure.
Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
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.
No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.
Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.
True sorrow is as rare as true love.
If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. - Japanese Proverb
God pisses down the back of your neck every day but only drowns you once.
The turtle couldn't help us.
This inhuman place makes human monsters.
Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
His mother called such people ignorant and superstitious, but his father only shook his head slowly and puffed his pipe and said that sometimes old stories had a grain or two of truth in them and it was best not to take chances. It was why, he said, he crossed himself whenever a black cat crossed his path.
This is probably the single great subject of horror fiction: our need to cope with a mystery that can be understood only with the aid of a helpful imagination.