Stephen King

See the TURTLE, ain't he keen? All things serve the fucking Beam!

Jack Mort died alone.

'At this nexus lies the Great Portal that so-called Thirteenth Gate which rules not just this world but all worlds.'

Do-Bees covered all the bases.

I am three women…I who was; I who had no right to be but was; I am the woman you have saved. I thank you gunslinger.

"If we were going to rape you, you would be one well-raped woman by now"

Who was to say he had not sculpted the cosmos today, or might not at some future time? God, no wonder he creamed his jeans!

If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, like giving a magnifying glass to an elephaunt. But to gain one’s object as a monster…To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?

In a world that was clearly going to hell head-first, what was so low about getting high?

“Won’t somebody please explain where I am and how I got here?” the woman in the wheelchair asked – almost pleaded.“Well, I’ll tell you one thing, Dorothy,” Eddie said. “You ain’t in Kansas anymore.”

The door had hinges, but they were fastened to nothing—or so it seems, the gunslinger thought. This is a mystery, a most marvelous mystery, but does it really matter? You are dying. Your own mystery—the only one that really matters to any man or woman in the end—approaches.

Fault always lies in the same place, my fine babies: with him weak enough to lay blame.