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

by Stephen King

They wanted rescue without risk, just to close their eyes and be saved.

Now while we bide, will you open to us if we open to you?”

“Do you see us for what we are, and accept what we do?”

the ecstasy of perfect recognition.

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

atonement isn’t about salvation, anyway. Not about heaven. It’s about clearing your conscience here on earth.

the Charles Dickens version of reality.”

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

“Do you ask aid and succor?”

There was a kind of willful stupidity about him. Eddie thought it was self-created and maybe propped up by his analyst, who would tell him about how he had to take care of himself, how he had to be the captain of his own ship, the author of his own destiny, respect his own desires, all that blah-blah. All the little code words and terms that meant it was all right to be a selfish fuck.

God grant me the SERENITY to accept what I cannot change, the TENACITY to change what I may, and the GOOD LUCK not to fuck up too often.