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She cocked a sardonic eye at him, and for a moment he could see Detta Walker in there. It was like hazy sunlight winking off a bar of steel.
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People don’t always slap with their hands,
start shooting or run like his hair was on fire and his ass was catching?
heroin withdrawal and cosmic jet-lag being only two of them.
the piece of wood with the slingshot still mostly hidden inside it was only one of them.
“The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of.
How do you suppose it feels to know you are dead in one world and alive in another?
Eddie kept trying to imagine what it would be like to have a memory of your own death.
Jake’s traitor feet swept him into the
“Well, you know where we are.” Yes, Jake thought. Now if I only knew where I am.
“It was all right here. Everything was. And . . . it still is.”
Jake assessed her eyes and guessed she’d had at least three Valium since noon. Maybe four. Both of his parents were firm believers in better living through chemistry.
He smiled. Mrs. Shaw—of course it was. His parents had drafted her as an intermediary. Or perhaps translator might be a better word.
The needle knows nothing about magnetic north; it only knows it must point in a certain direction, like it or not.
His fear of failure would make it even harder than it maybe had to be, but he would have to swallow the fear and try anyway.
You’re not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.
Mostly, though, it’s just a feeling . . . like shade on your face instead of sunshine.
These days, thinking about his life in New York and his career as a student at Piper was like looking into the wrong end of a telescope.
Jake talked the sun down.
a boy who could answer a riddle was a boy who could think around corners.
“Old ways are sometimes the best ways,”
Half an hour ago they had been a tight little band of friends. Their comfortable fellowship had been smashed to bits in the space of just a few minutes—Jake
“They’ve had a lot of time to kill. And they’ve used it to kill each other.”
it was just that this was what Roland would do—go on until someone made him stop, and then a few yards farther still if he could.
a few other things which only a boy not yet in his teens could really love and understand.
“Wait for me where the trees clear and the water’s sweet.
for mercy stops on this side of the bridge,
stern men with the harsh faces of executioners who are happy in their work.
Susannah knew all about the madness of duality.
all the fantastic, hallucinatory terrors of eleven.
Roland drew his gun again and did the hardest thing. He waited.
There was no sudden rage on Tick-Tock’s part this time; his face darkened gradually instead, like a summer sky before a terrible thunderstorm.
It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.
Old animosities had been forgotten now that the end was finally upon them.
Looking into the streets below was like looking through a stained-glass window into hell.
“Kill if you will, but command me nothing!”
