Stephen King Quotes

I saw my hometown burning that day.

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

There's something about being amid the chaos and the horror of a war that makes you appreciate all you don't have - and all you may lose forever.

I don't want to be the person digging my own grave.

I was always drawn to the self-destructive kind of way. I thought there was something beautiful about it; I don't know why.

War! War! War! I fear it will swallow up everything good and useful.

Great self-destruction follows upon unfounded fear.

If I lose you because of the blind idiot I've been then I will be the one who is destroyed

To save myself, I destroyed another, and in doing so, I destroyed myself.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

As soon as the war ended, we located the one spot on earth that hadn't been touched by the war and blew it to hell.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

I found out early that you can throw yourself away, missing what you've lost.

If it costs ten years, and ten to recover the general prosperity, the destruction of the South is worth so much.

People destroy what they love.

Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.

It was my fear of failure that first kept me from attempting the master work. Now, I'm beginning what I could have started ten years ago. But I'm happy at least that I didn't wait twenty years.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

By neglecting our garden, we are storing up for ourselves, in the not very distant future, a world catastrophe as bad as any atomic war, and we are doing it with all the bland complacency of an idiot child chopping up a Rembrandt with a pair of scissors.

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

I love you," I say. I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don't know why I didn't say it when he could hear it. Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now I think the scary thing was not saying it before it was too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.

There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everything you've built, everything you've counted on, leaving wreckage and no meaning behind. It can happen to anyone, it can happen to you.