Stephen King

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

Dreaming. But not just dreaming. This was todash, the passing between two worlds. Supposedly the Manni could do it. And supposedly some pieces of the Wizard's Rainbow could make you do it, whether you wanted to or not. One piece of it in particular."They could get caught between and fall", Roland thought. "Vannay said that, too. He said that going todash was full of peril."

Wondering if she wanted as badly as he did to be out of here, to be in the dark, to be alone in the dark, where he could put his false face aside before the real one beneath could grow hot enough to set it afire

Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.

If you love me, then love me.

"Do'ee say the world will end in fire or in ice, gunslinger?" Roland considered this. "Neither",he said at last. "I think in darkness"

I have an object of great power.

Do people in your world always want only one story flavor at a time? Only one taste in their mouths?

"So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our mind. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little."

The whole world was losing its shit, going nineteen.

Keep my love safe; take my love safe to where he goes, give him joy in who he sees, and make him a cause of joy in those who see him.

And really, what could be so special about the number nineteen? Mystery Number, indeed.