What did Stephen King mean by: Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. - Stephen King Author · USA Copy
+ Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Insane, Redemption, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That’s what makes them children. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Children, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Funny, House, Sanity, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ The bad ideas kind of just drop out of the mix. You forget about them. The good ones stick around. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Ideas, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Sooner Or Later, Wheels, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ Love among the ruins… I’ll tell you something, my friend: Weird love’s better than no love at all. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Friendship, No Love, Ruins, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Belts, Pants, Pride, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
+ The things a man sees when he ain’t got a gun.–Watson the Caretaker Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Stephen King, Gun, 0 - Stephen King Author · USA
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become. - Jean Toomer Writer
The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
It’s turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth. - Jennifer Egan Novelist · USA
The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic. - Franz Grillparzer Writer · Austria
