What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.
Stephen KingI never think of stories as made things; I think of them as found things. As if you pull them out of the ground, and you just pick them up. Someone once told me that that was me low-balling my own creativity. That might or might not be the case. But still, on the story I am working on now, I do have some unresolved problem. It doesn’t keep me awake at nights. I feel like when it comes down, it will be there...
Stephen KingMots clés writing
Passei a entender que há coisas por baixo das coisas ― por baixo das coisas ― e nenhum livro pode explicar o que são.
E às vezes é melhor esquecer que tais coisas estão aí. Isto é, se a gente puder.
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Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks
Stephen KingTell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.
Stephen KingJake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.
Stephen KingMots clés books bookstores bookstore
[Eddie] cried out but his cry was lost in the golden blast of some tremendous horn. It came from the top of the Tower, and seemed to fill the world. As that note of warning held and drew out over the field where he stood, blackness welled from the windows which girdled the Tower. It overspilled them and spread across the sky in flaggy streams which came together and formed a growing blotch of darkness. It did not look like a cloud; it looked like a tumor hanging over the earth. The sky was blotted out. And, he saw, it was not a cloud or a tumor but a shape, some tenebrous, cyclopean shape racing toward the place where he stood.
Stephen KingMen! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vulnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.
Stephen KingMots clés men
Escribir un libro es un poco como disparar un "ICBM"..., sólo que viaja a través del tiempo en vez de hacerlo por el espacio. El tiempo del libro que los personajes emplean en vivir la historia y el tiempo real que el novelista invierte escribiéndolo. Hacer que una novela termine exactamente del modo que uno pensó que terminaría al comenzarla, sería como lanzar un misil Titán para que recorriese la mitad del mundo disparando su carga a través de una cesta de baloncesto.
Stephen KingRidiculous man in a pair of ridiculous sneakers. Such a ridiculous man hardly deserved to live.
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