Book Quotes: King And Beyond.

[Doc Creed]

I don't underline my books but I do keep a journal of passages that inspired me or made me pause and reflect. This is why I'm creating this thread. It can be King-related or any book that you love.
You may even want to share commentary on your choice and why you selected. Thanks for participating. I look forward to reading them and possibly discovering a new author.

 

[Doc Creed]

"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once, you lose her in pieces over a longtime- the way
the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers."

-A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving

 

[Dana Jean]

"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once, you lose her in pieces over a longtime- the way
the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers."

-A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving

oh man, that's a tearjerker.

And so very true.

 

[Doc Creed]

A thousand pardons, I suppose I should have shown the courtesy of first sharing a Stephen King book quote. So, here is one I know by heart and is among his greatest opening lines, barring The Gunslinger.

"The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years- if it ever did end- began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet
of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain."

-It, Stephen King

 

[Dana Jean]

“It's a cash and carry world. Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes, it's everything you have.”

Storm of the Century

 

[danie]

I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

~Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption

 

[Doc Creed]

"Again the water rose, they both took a breath; again they were submerged and his leg hooked over something, an old pipe, unmoving. The next time, they both reached their heads high as the waters rushed back, another breath taken. He heard Mrs. Kitteridge yelling from above. He couldn't hear the words, but he understood that help was coming. He had only to keep Patty from falling away, and as they went again beneath the swirling, sucking water, he strengthened his grip on her arm to let her know: He would not let her go. Even though, staring into her open eyes in the swirling salt-filled water, with sun flashing through each wave, he thought he would like this moment to be forever: the dark-haired woman on shore calling for their safety, the girl who had once jumped rope like a queen, now holding him with a fierceness that matched the power of the ocean- oh, insane, ludicrous, unknowable world! Look how she wanted to live, look how she wanted to hold on."

-Olive Kitteridge, Elizabeth Strout

 

[Spideyman]

“Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.”

― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

 

[mjs9153]

I have this poster..the single best line ever written by SK,and maybe in all fiction of this genre..what a great opening line..

 

[MadamMack]

I like this thread.

 

[Doc Creed]

I like this thread.

Thanks, I hope others share quotes from their favorite books.

 

[MadamMack]

“You got style, you got class, you got the lips to kiss my azz.”

Stephen King, Duma Key . . .(I think)

 

[MadamMack]

And one of my all time favorites . . .

"Get me a towel Rita, that last fart had a lump in it!" (it may not be the exact quote but I know I'm close)

Stephen King, Duma Key

 

[Doc Creed]

And one of my all time favorites . . .

"Get me a towel Rita, that last fart had a lump in it!" (it may not be the exact quote but I know I'm close)

Stephen King, Duma Key

 

[Spideyman]

“I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

 

[danie]

“Bring the friend,” I said. “Sit in the friend.” “What do you mean, Edgar?” she asked. “The friend, the buddy!” I shouted. “Bring over the f***ing pal, you dump b*tch!” My head was killing me and she was starting to cry. I hated her for that. She had no business crying, because she wasn’t the one in the cage, looking at everything through a red blur. She wasn’t the monkey in the cage. And then it came to me. “Bring over the chum and sick down!” It was the closest my rattled, f***ed-up brain could come to chair.

~Duma Key

 

[Doc Creed]

"Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving
the dark together. And the voices chanted, drifted, in moonlit clouds of cigarette smoke while the moths, like
late appleblossoms come alive, tapped faintly about the far street lights, and the voices moved on into the coming years..."

-Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

 

[skimom2]

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas--abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken--and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.

-Introduction to Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman (yes, I'm one of the weirdos that relishes a good introduction or afterword. Some of the most true things Mr. King has ever written can be found in these bits of ephemera that so many skip. Those people are missing out.)

 

[skimom2]

"I tell you this. As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance, which is a warrior's right, and thereby will the dance become a false dance and the dancers false dancers."

-Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy

One of the finest books I've ever read. I can forsee many re-reads.

 

[Doc Creed]

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas--abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken--and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.

-Introduction to Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman (yes, I'm one of the weirdos that relishes a good introduction or afterword. Some of the most true things Mr. King has ever written can be found in these bits of ephemera that so many skip. Those people are missing out.)

Thanks for sharing that quote. I have never read Gaiman but have been dying to read his work. Yes, then I guess I'm a fellow weirdo. When a new King book comes out I turn straight to the Introduction or Foreword to see what salient and witty nuggets he has to offer. One always feels like he is speaking expressly to them...and in a way, he is.