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

by Stephen King

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

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

“Wandering’s

the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more.”

“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.”

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