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Convincing isn’t what we do. We deal in lead.”
When the shooting starts, we kill what moves.
Eddie loved it when Roland laughed. The sound was dry, as ugly as the calls of those giant blackbirds he called rusties . . . but he loved it. Maybe it was just that Roland laughed so seldom.
“All right,” Roland says hoarsely, looking around at his few remaining men. “We’re going into them. And will accept no quarter.” “Nope, no quarter, absolutely none,” Cuthbert says. “We will not accept their surrender if offered.” “Under no circumstances!” Cuthbert agrees, laughing harder than ever. “Not even should all two thousand lay down their arms.” “Then blow that fucking horn.”
In his grief and bloodlust he will forget all about Eld’s Horn.
Foreshadowing!
“Head clear. Mouth shut. See much. Say little.”
May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.)
“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.”
first the smiles, then the lies. Last comes gunfire.”
“And the shooting will happen so fast and be over so quick that you’ll wonder what all the planning and palaver was for, when in the end it always comes down to the same five minutes’ worth of blood, pain, and stupidity.”
“Graves come later.” Roland looked up at the sky, but the clouds had advanced out of the west and stolen the stars. “Just remember, it’s the winners who dig them.”
A coward judges all he sees by what he is,”
As always, he was never so happy to be alive as when he was preparing to deal death.
Nothing but guts, your boy. Side to side and all the way through the middle.”
