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

by Stephen King

“First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.” —Roland Deschain, of Gilead

Time is a face on the water: this was a proverb from the long-ago, in far-off Mejis.

“No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves, don’t we?”

“If,” Roland said. “An old teacher of mine used to call it the only word a thousand letters long.”

“There was a saying in Gilead: Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.”

We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.”

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we’re still alive, after all.

When one knows and one does not, the one who does not must bow his head and the one who does must take

responsibility. Do you understand me, Jake?”

Roland had heard there were tribes of slow mutants who referred to the Father of Jesus as Big Sky Daddy.

LOL

“Your Man Jesus seems to me a bit of a son of a bitch when it comes

to women,” Roland said. “Was He ever married?” The corners of Callahan’s mouth quirked. “No,” he said, “but His girlfriend was a whore.” “Well,” Roland said, “that’s a start.”

“My Da’ and Cuthbert’s Da’ used to have a rule between em: first the smiles, then the lies. Last comes gunfire.”

As always, he was never so happy to be alive as when he was preparing to deal death.