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“Life may not be pretty but it's always beautiful. We may only see the ugliness on the surface. The shit that only the world chooses to notice. But, if we dig deep, if we get to the heart of life, where there's no pain or fear, where we can just be who we are and love freely without judgement, it's really beautiful.”
― S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling

“Don't worry," he smiled, pulling me into the hard warmth of his chest. "I've got you. I'll always catch you when you fall.”
― S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling

“Do you want me, baby? Tell me you want me. Tell me you feel this too.”
― S.L. Jennings, Fear of Falling

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-Blaine and Madeline.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Mistress of the Night

“Little Blaine: You're making him angry. Oh, you're making him SO angry.
Eddie: (kindly) Get lost, squirt. (to Blaine) Answer this one, Blaine: the big moron and the little moron were fighting on the bridge over the River Send. The big moron fell off. How come the little moron didn't fall off, too?
Blaine: THAT IS UNWORTHY OF OUR CONTEST. I WILL NOT ANSWER.
Roland: (with blazing eyes) What do you say, Blaine? I would not understand you well. Are you saying that you cry off?
Blaine: NO! OF COURSE NOT! BUT--
Roland: Then answer, if you can. Answer the riddle.
Blaine: (gratingly) IT'S NOT A RIDDLE! IT'S A JOKE, SOMETHING FOR STUPID CHILDREN TO CACKLE OVER IN THE PLAY YARD!
Roland: (confidently) Answer now or I declare the contest over and our winner. You must answer, for it is stupidity you complain of, not transgression of the rules, which we agreed upon mutually.
Blaine: (clicking his tongue loudly and gratingly, causing Eddie to wince and Oy to flatten his ears against his skull; a pause of three seconds, then, sulkily) THE LITTLE MORON DID NOT FALL OFF BECAUSE HE WAS A LITTLE MORE ON. MORE PHONETIC COINCIDENCE. TO EVEN ANSWER SUCH AN UNWORTHY RIDDLE MAKES ME FEEL SOILED.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Eddie: Why do police lieutenants wear belts?
The lights in the Barony coach began to flicker. An odd thing was happening to the walls, as well; they began to fade in and out of true, lunging toward transparency, perhaps, and then opaquing again. Seeing this phenomenon even out of the corner of his eye made Eddie feel a bit whoopsie.
Eddie: Blaine? Answer.
Roland: (agreeably) Answer. Answer, or I declare the contest at an end and hold you to your promise.
Blaine: TO...TO HOLD UP THEIR PANTS? (repeating as a statement) TO HOLD UP THEIR PANTS. A RIDDLE BASED UPON THE EXAGGERATED SIMPLICITY OF--
Eddie: Right. Good one, Blaine, but never mind trying to kill time--it won't work. Next--
Blaine: I INSIST YOU STOP ASKING THESE SILLY--
Eddie: Then stop the mono. If you're that upset, stop right here, and I will.
Blaine: NO.
Eddie: Okay, then, on we go. What's Irish and stays out in back of the house, even in the rain?
Blaine: (clicking his tongue deafeningly and gratingly; a long pause) PADDY O'FURNITURE.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Little Blaine: Stop! Stop it, you're killing him!
Eddie: (in his mind) What do you think he's trying to do to us, squirt?
He considered shooting Blaine one Jake had told while they'd been sitting around the campfire that night and then didn't. He wanted to stick further inside the bounds of logic than that one allowed...and he could do it. He didn't think he would have to get much more surreal than the level of, say, a third-grader with a fair-to-good collection of Garbage Pail Kids cards in order to fuck Blaine up royally...and permanently. Because no matter how many emotions his fancy dipolar circuits had allowed him to mimic, HE was still an IT--a computer. Even allowing Eddie this far into riddledom's Twilight Zone had caused Blaine's sanity to totter.
Eddie: Why do people go to bed, Blaine?
Blaine: BECAUSE...BECAUSE...GODS DAMN YOU, BECAUSE...BECAUSE THE BED WON'T COME TO THEM, GODS DAMN YOU!
Eddie: Give up, Blaine. Stop before I have to blow your mind completely. If you don't quit, it's going to happen. We both know it.
Blaine: NO!
Eddie: I got a million of these puppies. Been hearing them my whole life. They stick to my mind the way flies stick to flypaper. Hey, with some people it's recipes. So what do you say? Want to give?
Blaine: NO!
Eddie: Okay, Blaine. You asked for it. Here comes the cruncher. Why did the dead baby cross the road? (later) It crossed the road because it was stapled to the chicken, you dopey fuck!”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“I...I...YOU...SIXTEEN LOG THIRTY-THREE...ALL COSINE SUBSCRIPTS...ANTI...ANTI...IN ALL THESE YEARS...BEAM...FLOOD...PYTHAGOREAN...CARTESIAN LOGIC...CAN I...DARE I...A PEACH...EAT A PEACH...ALLMAN BROTHERS...PATRICIA...CROCODILE AND WHIPLASH SMILE...CLOCK OF DIALS...TICK-TOCK, ELEVEN O'CLOCK, THE MAN'S IN THE MOON AND HE'S READY TO ROCK...INCESSAMENT...INCESSAMENT, MON CHER...OH MY HEAD...BLAINE...BLAINE DARES...BLAINE WILL ANSWER...I...(screaming in the voice of an infant, lapsing into another language, presumably French, as none of the words are familiar to Eddie, beginning to sing when the song Velcro Fly by Z.Z. Top suddenly plays courtesy of its percussion drums)”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Say, Blaine, you ugly, sadistic fuck! Since we're talking riddles, what is the greatest riddle of the Orient? Many men smoke but Fu Manchu! Get it? No? So solly, Cholly! How about this one? Why'd the woman name her son Seven and a Half? Because she drew his name out of a hat!”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

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鈥淢y wish has already come true,鈥� she said, smiling into his upturned face. 鈥淚t was
you, after all.鈥�

-Blaine and Madeline”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Mistress of the Night

“Roland: We are very little creatures: all of us have different features. One of us in glass is set; one of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and a fourth is boxed within. If the fifth should you pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?

Blaine: A AND E AND I AND O AND U. THE VOWELS OF THE HIGH SPEECH. ALTHOUGH THAT PARTICULAR RIDDLE IS NOT FROM YOUR TEACHER, ROLAND OF GILEAD; I KNOW IT FROM JONATHAN SWIFT OF LONDON--A CITY IN THE WORLD YOUR FRIENDS COME FROM.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine: I HAVE A NUMBER OF SWITCHING FUNCTIONS TO PERFORM. THESE WILL TAKE ABOUT FORTY MINUTES AND ARE LARGELY AUTOMATIC. WHILE THIS SWITCHOVER TAKES PLACE AND THE ACCOMPANYING CHECKLIST IS RUNNING, WE SHALL CONTINUE OUR CONTEST. I AM ENJOYING IT VERY MUCH.
Eddie: (still sounding as if he isn't quite with them) It's like when you have to switch over from electric to diesel on the train to Boston. At Hartford or New Haven or one of those other places where no one in their right fucking mind would want to live.
Susannah: Eddie? What are you--?
Roland touches Susannah's shoulder and shakes his head.
Blaine: (in his expansive gosh-but-this-is-fun voice) NEVER MIND EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
Eddie: That's right. Never mind Eddie of New York.
Blaine: HE KNOWS NO GOOD RIDDLES. BUT YOU KNOW MANY, ROLAND OF GILEAD. TRY ME WITH ANOTHER.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Jake: This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it, Blaine?
Blaine: A CLOCK.
Jake: (whispering, lips compressing) Shit.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“What builds up castles, tears down mountains, makes some blind, helps others to see? SAND. (Thankee-sai)
What lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward? AN ICICLE. (Blaine, you say true)
Man walks over, man walks under, in time of war he burns asunder? A BRIDGE. (Thankee-sai)”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Roland: Blaine, what has eyes yet cannot see?
Blaine: THERE ARE FOUR ANSWERS: NEEDLES, STORMS, POTATOES, AND A TRUE LOVER.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine: (as Humphrey Bogart) TIME'S DIFFERENT HERE, SHWEETHEART. YOU MUST KNOW THAT BY NOW. BUT DON'T WORRY; THE FUNDAMENTAL THINGS APPLY AS TIME GOES BY. WOULD I LIE TO YOU?
Jake: Yes.
That apparently struck Blaine's funnybone, because he began to laugh again--the mad, mechanical laughter that made Susannah think of funhouses in sleazy amusement parks and roadside carnivals. When the lights began to pulse in sync with the laughter, she shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears.
Susannah: STOP IT, BLAINE! STOP IT!
Blaine: (as Jimmy Stewart) BEG PARDON, MA'AM. AH'M RIGHT SORRY IF I RUINT YOUR EARS WITH MY RISABILITY.
Jake: (hoisting his middle finger) Run this.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine: (as John Wayne) SHUCKS. I COULDN'T WATCH A HOUND SUFFER WITH A MASHED-UP FOREPAW LIKE THAT, LET ALONE A FINE LITTLE TRAILHAND LIKE YOURSELF. SO I FIXED IT UP.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“AT THIS POINT, I INTEND TO BEGIN WHAT I LIKE TO THINK OF AS MY KAMIKAZE RUN. THIS WILL QUICKLY DRAIN MY BATTERIES. BUT I THINK THE TIME FOR CONSERVATION HAS PASSED, DON'T YOU? WHEN I STRIKE THE TRANSTEEL PIERS AT THE END OF THE TRACK, I SHOULD BE TRAVELLING AT BETTER THAN NINE HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR--FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY IN WHEELS, THAT IS. SEE YOU LATER, ALLIGATOR, AFTER AWHILE CROCODILE, DON'T FORGET TO WRITE. I TELL YOU THIS IN THE SPIRIT OF FAIR PLAY, MY INTERESTING NEW FRIENDS. IF YOU HAVE BEEN SAVING YOUR BEST RIDDLES FOR LAST, YOU MIGHT DO WELL TO POSE THEM TO ME NOW.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine: GOOD, GUNSLINGER. A VALIANT EFFORT. BUT YOU ARE NOT SCHEHERAZADE, NOR DO WE HAVE A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS IN WHICH TO HOLD PALAVER.
Roland: I don't understand you. I know not this Scheherazade.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Roland: We play for keeps. No one cries off.
Blaine: CORRECT. NO ONE CRIES OFF.
Roland: All right, Blaine, we play for keeps and no one cries off. Here's the next.
Blaine: AS ALWAYS, I AWAIT IT WITH PLEASURE.
Roland: (to Jake) Be ready with yours, Jake; I'm almost at the end of mine. (to Blaine) Blaine, I occur once in a minute, twice in every moment, but not once in a hundred thousand years. What am I?
Blaine: THE LETTER M.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine: WOULD YOU TRY ME WITH RIDDLES FROM YOUR BOOK? OUR TIME TOGETHER GROWS SHORT.
Jake: Yes. I would try you with these riddles. Give me your understanding of the truth concerning each, Blaine.
Blaine: IT IS FAIRLY SPOKEN, JAKE OF NEW YORK. I WILL DO AS YOU ASK.
Jake: Listen, Blaine. In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. It can only attack when pulled back. What is it?
Blaine: (without hesitation) A BULLET.
Jake: Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Blaine: (without hesitation) FALLEN LEAVES.
If Jake really knew in his heart that the game was lost, why did he feel such despair, such bitterness, such anger?
Jake: (in his mind) Because he's a pain, that's why. Blaine is a really BIG pain, and I'd like to push his face in it, just once. I think even making him stop is second to that on my wish-list. (to Blaine) I am emeralds and diamonds, lost by the moon. I am found by the sun and picked up soon. What am I?
Blaine: (still relentless, still unhesitating) DEW.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“One after another, Jake posed his riddles; one after another, Blaine answered them. When Jake turned to the last page, he saw a boxed message from the author or editor or whatever you called someone who put together books like this:

We hope you've enjoyed the unique combination of imagination and logic known as RIDDLING!

Jake: (in his mind) I haven't. I haven't enjoyed it one little bit, and I hope you choke.
Yet when he looked at the question above the message, he felt a thin threat of hope. It seemed to him that, in this case, at least, they really HAD saved the best for last.
Susannah: Hurry up, Jake!
Jake: Blaine?
Blaine: YES, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
Jake: With no wings, I fly. With no eyes, I see. With no arms, I climb. More frightening than any beast, stronger than any foe. I am cunning, ruthless, and tall; in the end, I rule all. What am I?
Blaine: (promptly) THE IMAGINATION OF MAN AND WOMAN.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Susannah: (sotto voce) Everybody's a goddam critic.
Jake: Blaine, I have one more.
Blaine: EXCELLENT.
Jake: Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came sweetness.
Blaine: (amused) THIS RIDDLE COMES FROM THE HOLY BOOK KNOWN AS 'OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OF KING JAMES.' IT WAS MADE BY SAMSON THE STRONG. THE EATER IS A LION; THE SWEETNESS IS HONEY, MADE BY BEES WHICH HIVED IN THE LION'S SKULL. NEXT? YOU STILL HAVE TIME, JAKE.
Jake: (shaking his head negatively) I've told them all. I'm done.
Blaine: (as John Wayne) SHUCKS, L'IL TRAILHAND, THAT'S A PURE-D SHAME. LOOKS LIKE I WIN THAT THAR GOOSE, UNLESS SOMEBODY ELSE CARES TO SPEAK UP. WHAT ABOUT YOU, OY OF MID-WORLD? GOT ANY RIDDLES, MY LITTLE BUMBLER BUDDY?”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Eddie: Blaine?
Blaine: YES, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
Eddie: I have a couple of riddles. Just to pass the time, you understand.
Blaine: SPEAK, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Eddie: What has four wheels and flies?
Blaine: (disapproving) THE TOWN GARBAGE WAGON, AS I HAVE ALREADY SAID. ARE YOU SO STUPID OR INATTENTIVE THAT YOU DO NOT REMEMBER? IT WAS THE FIRST RIDDLE YOU ASKED ME.
Eddie: (in his mind) Yes. And what we all missed--because we were fixated on stumping you with some brain-buster out of Roland's past or Jake's book--is that the contest almost ended right there. (to Blaine) You didn't like that one, did you, Blaine?
Blaine: (agreeably) I FOUND IT EXCEEDINGLY STUPID. PERHAPS THAT'S WHY YOU ASKED IT AGAIN. LIKE CALLS TO LIKE, EDDIE OF NEW YORK, IS IT NOT SO?
Eddie: (smiling and shaking his finger) Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Or, as we used to say back in the neighborhood, 'You can rank me to the dogs and back, but I'll never lose the hard-on I use to fuck your mother.'
Jake: Hurry up! If you can do something, DO IT!
Eddie: It doesn't like silly questions. It doesn't like silly games. And we KNEW that. We knew it from Charlie the Choo-Choo. How stupid can you get? Hell, THAT was the book with the answers, not Riddle-De-Dum, but we never saw it. (to Blaine) Blaine: when is a door not a door?
Blaine: (clicking his tongue) WHEN IT'S AJAR, OF COURSE. WOULD YOU DIE WITH SUCH STUPID RIDDLES IN YOUR MOUTH?”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Eddie: Quite your whining, pal. If you want privilege of smearing us all over the landscape, you'll just have to put up with a few riddles that aren't quite up to your standards of logic.
Blaine: YOU MUST NOT SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH A MANNER.
Eddie: Or what? You'll kill me? Don't make me laugh. Just play. You agreed to the game; now play it.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Your goose is cooked, Blaine, and your turkey's baked. Happy fuckin Thanksgiving.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Blaine is the truth.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Eddie: (into the speaker, in a plummy and completely bogus British accent) Hullo, Blaine! Cheerio, old fellow! This is Robin Leach, host of Lifestyles of the Rich and Brainless, here to tell you that YOU have won six billion dollars and a new Ford Escort in the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes!
Susannah: Eddie, stop it! STOP IT!
Eddie: (smiling, eyes glittering with a mixture of fear, hysteria, and frustrated anger) You and your monorail girlfriend, Patricia, will spend a lux-yoo-rious month in scenic Jimtown, where you'll drink only the finest wine and eat only the finest virgins! You--
Little Blaine: ...shhhh...
Eddie: Suze? Did you--
Little Blaine: ...shhh...don't wake him up.
Eddie: What...What are you? Who are you?
Little Blaine: I'm Little Blaine. The one he doesn't see.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Roland: Blaine, where may you find roads without carts, forests without trees, cities without houses?
Blaine: ON A MAP.
Roland: You say true. Next. I have a hundred legs but cannot stand, a long neck but no head; I eat the maid's life. What am I?
Blaine: A BROOM, GUNSLINGER. ANOTHER VARIATION ENDS, 'I EASE THE MAID'S LIFE.' I LIKE YOURS BETTER.
Roland: (ignoring Blaine's response) Cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind the stars and beneath the hills. Ends life and kills laughter. What is it, Blaine?
Blaine: THE DARK.”
― Stephen King