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

by Stephen King

You did yourself ill to feel well of those to whom ill must eventually be done.

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.”

Claudio spat four times into his left palm, rubbed the snot-flecked spittle all over his right hand, then rammed it up Eddie’s asshole to the wrist and an inch or two beyond.

Did he just fisted Eddie?

What great wrong did you ever do that you should inspire such terrible loyalty in so many?

The gunslinger shot him four times with Claudio’s automatic. It was a cheap little thing, not much better than a toy, and touching it made his hand feel dirty, but it was perhaps fitting to kill a despicable man with a despicable weapon.

“What did you think I was doing?” he nearly snarls. “Calling Red Lobster for take-out?” “They’re poison,” Roland whispers. “That’s why—” “Yeah, that’s why you’re hors de combat. What I’m trying to keep you from being, Roland my friend, is h’ors d’oeuvres as well. As far as poison goes, rattlesnakes are poison, but people eat them.

“You and your fucking Tower,” Eddie says,

There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don’t understand is because you’re not one of those people. You’d use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that’s what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You’re just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you’d go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself. If I was lying on the beach there and screaming for help, you’d walk over me if I was between you and your goddam Tower. Isn’t that pretty close to the truth?”

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

but the truth was Eddie couldn’t have used the knife anyway—not then, anyway. He was staring into the doorway, hypnotized, as an aisle of Macy’s rushed forward—he was reminded again of The Shining, where you saw what the little boy was seeing as he rode his trike through the hallways of that haunted hotel.

Second time SK mentioned The Shining in this book.

If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

“Move, God curse your father’s face!” Roland roared, and at last Eddie moved.

“I never made love with a white man before last night,” she said. “I don’t know if that’s important to you or not. I don’t even know if it’s important to me. But I thought you should know.” He considered. “Not to me,” he said. “In the dark, I think we were both gray. I love you, Odetta.”

For a moment Roland considered just letting him go.

Anything fof the tower, Roland. Smh

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

Come a little closer, Eddie! Come a little closer for your father’s sake!” “All the better to see you with, my child,” Eddie said, but did take a couple of steps closer to Roland. Only a couple.

if Mort died, their kas would be expelled forever, into that void of possibility which lay beyond all physical worlds.

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.

One of these men had been a creature the gunslinger believed to be a demon himself, a creature that pretended to be a man and called itself Flagg.

In matters of the Tower, fate became a thing as merciful as the lighter which had saved his life and as painful as the fire the miracle had ignited.

“I who was; I who had no right to be but was; I am the woman who you have saved. “I thank you, gunslinger.”