Stephen King Quotes

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

There is not a physicist in the world who can perceive when a parlor magician palms off playing-cards.

But when I go off stage I don't have a deck of cards with me all the time.

I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking theres some kind of change.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

Anyone of my age knows that days pass at a far greater speed than when they were young.

Time is only an idea. There is only the Reality. Whatever you think it is, it looks like that.

For a sorcerer, reality, or the world as we all know it, is only a description.

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.

As I am becoming older, the only thing that speeds up is time.

We have somehow conned ourselves into the notion that this moment is ordinary. This now moment, in which I'm talking and you're listening, is eternity.

To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.

I think the best thing about being dumb is that it makes magic a lot better. Where the hell did that rat come from? I dunno, but I'm calling the cops because he just cut that lady in half.

Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness,--these are the threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life.

When we talk about our lives, long or short, brief and tragic or enduring beyond comprehension, we impose a continuity on them, and that continuity is a lie.

The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do.

While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

We must be very suspicious of the deceptions of the element of time. It takes a good deal of time to eat or to sleep, or to earn ahundred dollars, and a very little time to entertain a hope and an insight which becomes the light of our life.

I am the Mindfreak, there's no Reality! Just this World of Illusion that keeps on haunting me.

For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.