The Drawing of the Three (The Dark Tower, #2)

by Stephen King

“Go, then,” Jake tells him before plunging into the abyss. “There are other worlds than these.”

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.”

Fault always lies in the same place, my fine babies: with him weak enough to lay blame.

A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

“What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common, I should think, but yes—I like to think of myself as more fair-minded.

“Suck shit out my ass, mahfah!” “I don’t understand if that means yes or no.”

Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you, and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.

Roland gently grasped Eddie’s arm. “Even the damned love,” he said.