3,428 Quotes by Stephen King

In that moment she hated him, loathed him, this good man she had married. There was really nothing so terrible on the reverse side of his goodness, his steadiness, his mild good humor – just the belief, apparently grounded in the bedrock of his soul, that everybody was looking out for number one, each with his or her own little racket.

I like you," she whispered, and he thought that her scent was like lilies, secret and hidden in cracks furred with green moss—places where sunshine is short and shadows long.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.

His face was all eyes.

Red flashes of light leaped in front of her eyes like ballet dancers.

Being needed is a great thing. Maybe the great thing.

I guess a sock is also a geometric shape—technically—but I don't know what you'd call it. A socktagon?

Outside, the engine-sound of the Desperation police-cruiser grew fatter and closer. A little farther off, the coyotes howled. To David that howling had begun to sound like the laughter of lunatics after the keepers have decamped the asylum.

The pain wasn’t tidal. That was the lesson of the dream which was really a memory. The pain only appeared to come and go. The pain was like the piling, sometimes covered and sometimes visible, but always there.