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“I'm scared," he says.
"I know," says the nurse.
"I want you all to go to Hell."
"That's natural.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“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

“The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?"
Yes."
My Imagination."
I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself."
Then you have a small imagination."
Roland and Eddie”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“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

“Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. "I like your dolphin.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“Once again there was the desert, and that only.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“All that was missing was a neon sign that read EVIL AND CONFLICTED ABOUT IT with a flashing arrow pointing at his head.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Breaks

“Oy?" he asked. "Will you say goodbye?"
Oy looked at Roland, and for a moment the gunslinger wasn't sure he understood. Then the bumbler extended his neck and caressed the boy's cheek a last time with his tongue. "I, Ake," he said: Bye, Jake or I ache, it came to the same.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“You say true, I say thankya.”
― Stephen King

“For a climber, saying that you are stopping by Everest is like saying that you are stopping by to see God.”
― Roland Smith, Peak

“Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.

Brown nodded. "I think this is it.”
― Stephen King

“The trap had a ghastly perfection”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“Most politicians lie for the same reason a monkey swings by his tail, which is to say because he can.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“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

“In New York鈥攖he New York of her own time, at least鈥攖hey would have been objects of scorn and anger, the butt of every idiot鈥檚 crude, cruel jokes: a black woman of twenty-six and her whitebread lover who was three years younger and who had a tendency to talk like dis and dat when he got excited. Her whitebread lover who had been carrying a heavy monkey on his back only eight months before. Here, there was no one to jeer or laugh. Here, no one was pointing a finger. Here, there were only Roland, Eddie, and herself, the world鈥檚 last three gunslingers.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“During the morning chores, you look forward with love, during the evening ones, you look back with nostalgia."

-Roland of Gilead, Wolves of the Calla, Chapter 6, Part One, Verse One”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“paithin- ... he is orn! mother peytin's son, come to lead us to safety!"
zifnab- thats it! orn, favors his mother-
roland- no, he doesnt. look! hes human! wouldnt mother whats- her - name's kid be and elf- wait!
i know! he is one of the lords of thillia! come back to us, like the legend foretold!
zifnab- that too! i dont know why i didnt recognize him. the spitting image of his father!”
― Margaret Weis

“One boy, still aching from his battle the day before and newly educated in the mysteries of sex. One boy, now looking twelve instead of fourteen, his lashes dusting down thick upon his cheeks, the lids shuttering those extraordinary blue eyes; one boy with his hand loosely cupping a whore's breast, his hawk-scarred wrist lying tanned upon the counterpane. One boy in the final instants of his life's last good sleep, one boy who will shortly be in motion, who will be falling as a dislodged pebble falls on a steep and broken slope of scree; a falling pebble that strikes another, and another, and another, those pebbles striking yet more, until the whole slope is in motion and the earth shakes with the sound of the landslide.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“I had this book when I was a little kid," Eddie said at last. He spoke in the flat tones of utter surety. "Then we moved from Queens to Brooklyn--I wasn't even four years old--and I lost it. But I remember the picture on the cover. And I felt the same way you do, Jake. I didn't like it. I didn't trust it."
Susannah raised her eyes to look at Eddie. "I had it, too--how could I ever forget the little girl with my name...although of course it was my middle name back in those days. And I felt the same way about the train. I didn't like it and I didn't trust it." She tapped the front of the book with her finger before passing it on to Roland. "I thought that smile was a great big fake."
Roland gave it only a cursory glance before returning his eyes to Susannah. "Did you lose yours, too?"
"Yes."
"And I'll bet I know when," Eddie said.
Susannah nodded. "I'll bet you do. It was after that man dropped the brick on my head. I had it when we went north to my Aunt Blue's wedding. I had it on the train. I remember, because I kept asking my dad if Charlie the Choo-Choo was pulling us. I didn't WANT it to be Charlie, because we were supposed to go to Elizabeth, New Jersey, and I thought Charlie might take us anywhere. Didn't he end up pulling folks around a toy village or something like that, Jake?"
"An amusement park."
"Yes, of course it was. There's a picture of him hauling kids around that place at the end, isn't there? They're all smiling and laughing, except I always thought they looked like they were screaming to be let off."
"Yes!" Jake cried. "Yes, that's right! That's JUST right!"
"I thought Charlie might take us to HIS place--wherever he lived--instead of to my aunt's wedding, and never let us go home again."
"You can't go home again," Eddie muttered, and ran his hands nervously through his hair.
"All the time we were on that train I wouldn't let go of the book. I even remember thinking, 'If he tries to steal us, I'll rip out his pages until he quits.' But of course we arrived right where we were supposed to, and on time, too. Daddy even took me up front, so I could see the engine. It was a diesel, not a steam engine, and I remember that made me happy. Then, after the wedding, that man Mort dropped the brick on me and I was in a coma for a long time. I never saw Charlie the Choo-Choo after that. Not until now." She hesitated, then added: "This could be my copy, for all I know--or Eddie's."
"Yeah, and probably is," Eddie said.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“You will continue to be a slave as long as you are working under another man鈥檚 vision. Until you find your place in purpose and stay there, you can鈥檛 be a king in authority”
― Roland Nkrah, UNLOCKING YOUR LOCKED POTENTIALS: DISCOVER - UNLOCK - UTILIZE - MAXIMIZE THE VALUES OF TREASURES LOCKED INSIDE OF YOU