It is the tale, not he who tells it.
Stephen KingMots clés writing
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.
Stephen KingMots clés inspirational philosophy
Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.
Stephen KingMots clés books
Without story books is like a person with no soul.
Stephen KingMots clés books
I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.
Stephen KingMots clés rage charlie-decker
Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
Stephen KingMots clés love
Get busy living or get busy dying.
Stephen KingMots clés life
The sunlight pouring in the east window came through her lids and made a dark red beet soup that moved with the rhythm of her heart...
Stephen KingAnd she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.
Stephen KingThere are great drifting theatre curtains in the sky, and they change color as she watches: green goes to purple, purple to vermilion, vermilion to a queer bloody shade of red she cannot name. Russet perhaps comes close, but that isn't it exactly. She thinks no one has ever named the shade she's seeing.
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