Author of quotes: Stephen King. Page 1

One thing can be said about immediate decisions: they are better than nothing.

His head became increasingly empty as he came closer. The rage and fear are gone. Mort was cold and tired and longing for the family life he had left behind and which he now began to feel he had never had.

I hear words, but talking is not proof.

Urination and mental emission have much in common. Both can be put off for a long time... but not indefinitely.

I recognized the irony of the situation, maybe even the moral. For many years I avoided the problems of the real world, escaping to the Narnias created by my imagination. Now the real world was closing in on me, I was surrounded by mysterious creatures, some of them far from harmless, and the closet closed in front of me.

On the way from the meadow to the house, I tried not to think about anything. My first editor liked to say that eighty percent of what goes through a novelist's head has nothing to do with his work, but I never believed that this applied only to writers. And the so-called sublime thoughts, to put it mildly, are greatly overrated. When faced with a problem and something needs to be done, I firmly believe that the best solution is to step aside and let the boys in the basement do their work. This is hard physical work, the lot of blue collar, non-unionized guys with huge biceps and a scattering of tattoos all over their bodies. They act guided by instinct, and turn to those above them for advice only as a last resort.

- No, the world is wide and huge, but the town is small.

If there was life here, it was not very interesting. This is understandable: I saw the past of that present, which had already become the past. That's the way it is in this world.

No two dreams repeat each other in the smallest detail. In the same way, the image of a thing created by the imagination and the thing itself, created by hand, do not coincide, despite all our attempts to make them identical. Because we ourselves change from day to day, even from minute to minute.

The sun was just setting towards the horizon. You know what the sun looks like at the end of a hot August day, orange and somehow flattened, as if an invisible hand is pressing it from above and it is about to burst, like a blood-drunk mosquito, spilling the contents of its stomach across the entire horizon. In the east, where the sky had already darkened, thunder rumbled. But it never rained that night, only darkness enveloped the city like a thick, hot blanket.

Dan didn't answer. If he had said that the first sip of alcohol seemed disgusting to him, that he also did not attach any importance to it, she would have decided that this was ordinary adult nonsense. Moralizing will not help children not grow up. And not teach them how to do it right.

... Abra's cheeks were wet with tears rolling from under closed eyelids. In the rays of the setting sun, they shone on the eyelashes like precious stones.

Bottle. At first she takes a little, then a little more, and in the end she takes everything that is left.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," he replied with a smile.