Wizard and Glass (The Dark Tower, #4)

by Stephen King

‘Blaine, what has eyes yet cannot see?’ ‘THERE ARE FOUR ANSWERS,’ Blaine replied. ‘NEEDLES, STORMS, POTATOES, AND A TRUE LOVER.’

Busy hands are happy hands. So they are.

She felt tears, always close at the mere mention of her da’s name, burn at the back of her eyes. But she would not let them fall.

It was all right to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

What happened next had a heightened clarity in his memory, as if someone had turned up all the colors and sounds of the world.

One woman in a thousand was Coral Thorin – sharp as Lord Satan, and able to fuck like Satan’s favorite harlot.