Stephen King

"God pisses down the back of your neck every day but only drowns you once".

Had he come this far just to die, then? He would not. And if he were to die in spite of his determination, he would die on his way to the Tower.

"Good. Call it fluttergork if you want, pr... Eddie. Just do it"

“Who are you?” Eddie screams at him.“Your destiny, Eddie,” the gunslinger whispers.

As Henry Dean, the great sage and eminent junkie would have put it, Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life’s a fiction and the world’s a lie, so put on some Creedence and let’s get high.

You’re a Tower Junkie, Roland.

"Jesus Christ, when these DO shoot, they really blow holes in things".

When the only fast way you could get rid of the monkey on your back was to snap your spinal cord above that bunch of nerves, you were dealing with one heavy monkey.

There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don’t understand is because you’re not one of those people. You’d use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that’s what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You’re just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you’d go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself. If I was lying on the beach there and screaming for help, you’d walk over me as if I was between you and your goddamn Tower.

On the surface, all the girls in the shower room were shocked, thrilled, ashamed, or simply glad that the White bitch had taken it in the mouth again. Some of them might also have claimed surprise, but of course their claim was untrue.

A week after the tornado of '54 had cut its path of death and destruction through Worcester, the air was filled with the sound of hammers, the smell of new timber, and a feeling of optimism and human resilience. There is none of that in Chamberlain this fall. the main road has been cleared of rubble and that is about the extent of it. The faces that you meet are full of dull hopelessness.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutterball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.