On Writing is his love letter to the art of writing, and in it he has only regrets about his drug abuse. He was truly sad that he didn't remember writing Cujo, because what he actually likes about writing is, ya know, the act of writing.

Guy was doing so much coke, he had to stuff cotton balls up his nose so blood would not drip over his typewriter.

Fortunately, he didn't get caught with a sufficient amount of it, or he'd be serving hard time.

Imagine, how many millions have been thrown in a dungeon for decades, never to recover?

Drugs are bad. The Drug War juggernaut is worse.

His book "On Writing" is so good. It's obviously also trauma and just a keenness (is that a word?) towards the beauty and variability of life; don't dismiss life as something boring, predictable, or not worth it, and then you can write well

He had more snow around him than Santa Claus.

Every rock band in the 70s.

Just watched Stand By Me for the first time in probably 30 years, a few days ago.

Not one of his most obvious fucked up books\movies, but one that still totally wouldn't get made today. A group of 12 year old boys sneaking off to go find a dead body of a child while playing with guns and smoking and cussing and such.

What is it with artists and drugs.