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

by Stephen King

One is that children are like any other crop. God always sends more. I know that sounds hard. But it’s how we’ve lived and how we have to go on.”

“Dickens wrote about a dozen. He was maybe the best who ever lived. In his stories, folks in this big city called London kept meeting people they knew from other places or long ago. I had a teacher in college who hated the way that always happened. He said Dickens’s stories were full of easy coincidences.” “A teacher who either didn’t know about ka or didn’t believe in it,” Roland said.

There were two versions of Officer Bosconi. One of them was a nice guy. The other one was a cop.

piss-hardon

Just the drink. And was it surprising that whiskey should have taken him by the ears? He was Irish, he was a priest, one more strike and you’re out.

‘You getting drunk today would be the worst memorial to Lupe I could think of. Like pissing in his dead face.’

Some of it might have been the fabled geographic cure, to which I believe I have already alluded. It’s a wholly illogical but nonetheless powerful belief that things will change for the better in a new place; that the urge to self-destruct will magically disappear.

Tian thought about how to explain it. “If’ee was to stick your head in a rock-cat’s mouth, that’d take courage, wouldn’t it?” It would take idiocy was what Eddie thought, but he nodded. “If ’ee was the sort of man could convince someone else to stick his head in a rock-cat’s mouth, that’d make you trum.

balls weren’t blasting out enormous bursts of their own painful Morse Code,

There is a sudden spreading pancake of warmth on his ass and he realizes he has just shot the chocolate.