Wolves of the Calla (The Dark Tower, #5)

by Stephen King

pride goeth before a fall.

Water if God wills it, he reminded himself. About the great matters, Roland, you have no say.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.’

‘And no matter. We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.’

‘Nar, let em look,’ Eisenhart said. ‘Don’t hurt a boy to see a woman do well.’

He had great faith in Oy. Or maybe it was love. Or maybe those things were the same.

In Calla Bryn Sturgis (as in most other places), men in a state of sobriety did not much like to talk about their hearts.