I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.

When King was two years old his father left the family under the pretense of "going to buy a pack of cigarettes" leaving his mother to raise King and his adopted older brother David by herself sometimes under great financial strain. " He sets out each day with a quota of 2000 words and will not stop writing until it is met. The eighth Dark Tower volume The Wind Through the Keyhole was publiStephen Kingd in 2012.

Henry Award. He has written nearly two hundred short stories most of which have been collected in nine collections of short fiction.