A kid of your age—any kid—could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to?

— Stephen King

A left turn meant life - if you called what went on in the unbaked exercise yard life, and many did; many lived it for years, with no apparent ill effects.

— Stephen King

A life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is...like a life without pictures.

— Stephen King

A little arrogance (or even a lot) isn't such a bad thing, although your mother undoubtedly told you different. Mine did. "Pride Goethe before a fall, Stephen," she said... and then I found out - right around the age that is 19 x 2 - that eventually you fall down, anyway.

— Stephen King

A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.

— Stephen King

Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages.

— Stephen King

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...

— Stephen King

All right. Here's the deal, big shot: suck my cock. Do that and I'll let you go. Straight trade." He unzipped his fly and pulled down the elastic front of his shorts. Something that looked like a dead white snake fell out. Johnny observed the thin stream of blood drizzling from it without surprise. The cop was bleeding from every other orifice, wasn't he?" Speaking in the literature sense," the cop said, grinning, "this particular blowjob is going to be a little more Anne Rice than Armistead Main. I suggest you follow Queen Victoria's advice - close your eyes and think of strawberry shortcake.

— Stephen King

All right I think we've been down here in the dark long enough. There's a whole other world upstairs. Take my hand, Constant Reader, and I'll be happy to lead you back into the sunshine. I'm happy to go there because I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

— Stephen King

Almost everyone can remember losing his or her virginity, and most writers can remember the first book he/she put down thinking: I can do better than this. Hell, I am doing better than this! What could be more encouraging to the struggling writer than to realize his/her work is unquestionably better than that of someone who actually got paid for his/her stuff?

— Stephen King