Stephen King

I refuse to believe that I was raised in Brooklyn simply because of some writer's mistake, something that will eventually be fixed in the second draft.

They burst up and out of the earth like dragons teeth

I need no sigul. Not the potter but the potter's clay, and I need no sigul!

Anger is the most useless emotion; destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.

The gunslinger's initial feelings for Eddie had wavered between caution and contempt for what Roland saw as his weakness of character. Respect had come more slowly. It had begun in Balazar's office, when Eddie had fought naked. Very few men Roland had known could have done that. It had grown with his realization of how much Eddie was like Cuthbert. Then, on the mono, Eddie had acted with a kind of desperate creativity that Roland could admire but never equal. Eddie Dean was possessed of Cuthbert Allgood's always puzzling and sometimes annoying sense of ridiculous; he was also possessed Alain John's deep flashes of intuition. Yet in the end, Eddie was like neither of Roland's old friends. He was sometimes weak and self-centered, but possessed of deep reservoirs of courage and courage's good sister, what Eddie himself sometimes called 'heart'.

"Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it."

When everything's a surprise, experience takes on a dreamlike quality.

When the shooting starts, we kill what moves.

Food and palaver don't mix.

Roland was as much a prisoner of his rules and traditions as Eddie had ever been of heroin.

It's the Way of the Eld. We are of that an-tet, khef and ka, watch and warrant. Gunslingers, do ya.

“In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”