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“The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“I don't like people. They fuck me up.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?

Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“What if I fall?', Tim cried.

Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“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.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“They were close to the end of the beginning . . .”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“In this universe there might grow roses which sing.”
― Stephen King, It

“He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Should you go on, you will surely be disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken. I have one key left on my belt, but all it opens is that final door, the one marked. What's behind it won't improve your love-life, grow hair on your bald spot, or add five years to your natural span (not even five minutes). There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time."
Endings are heartless.
Ending is just another word for goodbye.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“If you love me, then love me.”
― Stephen King

“The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of.”
― Stephen King

“He wanted her, suddenly and completely, with a desperate depth of feeling that felt like sickness. Everything he was and everything he had come for, it seemed, was secondary to her.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Most people on the ledge of a tall building were not afraid they'd fall; they were afraid they'd jump.”
― Lauren Alego

“The body was far smaller than the heart it had held”
― Stephen King

“Any battle-seasoned general will tell you that, even in a small-scale engagement (as this one was), there always comes a point where coherence breaks down, and the narrative flow, and any real sense of how things are going. These matters are re-created by historians later on. The need to re-create the myth of coherence may be one of the reasons why history exists in the first place.”
― Stephen King

“I'd not trust sai King much further than I could throw his heaviest grandfather.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“She felt actually faint as his gaze fell upon her, and now the idea of ka was almost too strong to deny. She tried to tell herself it was just the dim--that feeling of having lived a thing before--but it wasn't the dim; it was a sense of finding a road one had been searching for all along.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“A large praying mantis was performing ablutions on the springy stem of the kid's cowlick. The gunslinger snorted laughter-the first in gods knew how long-and set the fire and went after water.”
― Stephen King

“There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time." Endings are heartless. Ending is just another word for goodbye.”
― Stephen King

“Nayyup, nayyup, Ah'll not sell smokeweed to a boy. Never have done."

"Good idea, too," Eddie said. "One step below devil grass, and the Surgeon General says thankya.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“I don't want nothing from you, gunslinger, except to still be here when you move on. I won't beg for my life, but that don't mean I don't want it yet awhile longer.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“The field stretched on for miles, climbing a gentle slope of land, and standing at the horizon was the Dark Tower. It was a pillar of dumb stone rising so high into the sky that he could barely discern its tip. Its base, surrounded by red, shouting roses, was formidable, titanic with weight and size, yet the Tower became oddly graceful as it rose and tapered. The stone of which it had been made was not black, as he had imagined it would be, but soot-colored. Narrow, slitted windows marched about it in a rising spiral; below the windows ran an almost endless flight of stone stairs, circling up and up. The Tower was a dark grey exclamation point planted in the earth and rising above the field of blood-red roses. The sky arched above it was blue, but filled with puffy white clouds like sailing ships. They flowed above and around the top of the Dark Tower in an endless stream.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Eddie looked at him-old long, tall, and ugly, who'd done God knew how many ugly things in the name of reaching his Tower-and wondered if Roland had any idea at all of how much that hurt. Just that casual admonition not to behave like a child, grinning and cracking jokes, now that their lives were at wager.
He opened his mouth to say something-an Eddie Dean Special, something that would be both funny and stinging at the same time, the kind of remark that always used to drive his brother Henry dogshit-and then closed it again. Maybe long, tall, and ugly was right; maybe it was time to put away the one-liners and dead baby jokes. Maybe it was finally time to grow up.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“Would you still? Very well, then, come. (Do you hear me sigh?) Here is the Dark Tower, at the end of End-World. See it, I beg. See it very well. Here is the Dark Tower at sunset.”
― Stephen King

“The body was far smaller than the heart it had held.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“What's on the others side of the door for me?' Eddie asked the gunslinger quietly.
'Probably death,' the gunslinger said. 'But before that happens, I don't think you'll be bored. I want you to join me on a quest. of course, all will probably end in death- death for the four of us in a strange place. But if we should win through...' His eyes gleamed. 'If we win through, Eddie, you'll see something beyond all the beliefs of all your dreams.'
'What thing?'
'The Dark Tower”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three