The Wind through the Keyhole (The Dark Tower, #4.5)

by Stephen King

‘If you see that cussed Andy, tell him I don’t want no songs, and I don’t want my gods-damned horrascope read!’

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they . . . eat . . . the mens.’

Once they’re drunk on White Blind, the salties don’t much care if a whore has a nose as long as she still has her sugar-purse.’

one both bitter and sweet, like blood and strawberries.

The man in the black cloak

‘Nay, but . . .’ Maerlyn sighed and looked up at the morning sky. Tim was astounded to realize that the magician was embarrassed. ‘I was drunk.’

Above his right ear, his head had grown an ax-handle.

‘The miners call him Shunt the Cunt,

If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.