The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, #1)

by Stephen King

The hands were trained to give her what she wanted. He was the last of his breed and it was not only his mouth that knew the High Speech. The guns beat their heavy, atonal music into the air. Her mouth flapped and she sagged and the guns fired again. The last expression on her face might have been gratitude. Sheb’s head snapped back. They both fell into the dust. They’ve gone to the land of Nineteen, he thought. Whatever is there.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Few if any seemed to have grasped the truest principle of reality: new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

“The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size.