"Stephen King"の名言

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

love is what moves the world, I've always thought...it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down...bring them low...and make them crawl...

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....

For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.

To write is human, to edit is divine.

Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.

And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.