Stephen King Quotes

I never get writer's block, but I do have days where I crawl under the duvet.

Hurry ruins saints as well as artists.

He that rises late must trot all day.

Indeed it is better to postpone, lest either we complete too little by hurrying, or wander too long in completing it.

My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.

It's weird, because I don't feel prolific. I don't write anything for months at a time.

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

'Purple Plumeria' I dithered over for months and then wrote the whole thing between the beginning of July and end of August. The dithering and procrastination time was three times the writing times.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

Have more than one idea on the go at any one time. If it's a choice between writing a book and doing nothing I will always choose the latter. It's only if I have an idea for two books that I choose one rather than the other. I ­always have to feel that I'm bunking off from something.

Each of us has... all the time there is. Those years, weeks, hours, are the sands in the glass running swiftly away. To let them drift through our fingers is tragic waste. To use them to the hilt, making them count for something, is the beginning of wisdom.

If I didn't make a single song in two months, I'm slippin'. You can't just party every night.

It's not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.

My great fear is not that I'll run out of ideas. It's that I'll run out of time.

Soon I'll be old and I've done precious little in this world for lack of time. I am always afraid I'll become senile before I've finished what I've undertaken.

I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good at it.

Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.

I used to feel for years and years and years that I was very remiss not to have written a novel and I would question people who wrote novels and try to find out how they did it and how they had got past page 30. Then, with the approach of old age, I began to just think: “Well, lucky I can do anything at all.

I cannot face the idea of life without work. What would one do when ideas failed or words refused to come? It is impossible not to shudder at the thought.

Sometimes they work, and sometimes they just won't. Sometimes you get hung up on them. When that happens, you just throw it back, and maybe come back to it two or three weeks later.

There's so much writing I could have done and so many ideas that I had and so many things I wanted to work on that I didn't. I like too much having things in my head rather than doing the work.

Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all the colors in the palette, that just kills creativity.

Aesop, that great man, saw his master making water as he walked. "What!" he said, "Must we void ourselves as we run?" Use our timeas best we may, yet a great part of it will still be idly and ill spent.

Every day is a little life, and our whole life is but a day repeated. Therefore live every day as if it would be the last. Those that dare lose a day, are dangerously prodigal; those that dare misspend it are desperate.

There does seem to be some evidence that as people get older, they procrastinate less, perhaps because they feel the pressure of time more.