The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, #1)

by Stephen King

At nineteen, it seems to me, one has a right to be arrogant; time has usually not begun its stealthy and rotten subtractions.

God aint that the truth

If you don’t start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill ’em when you grow up?

The stars were as indifferent to this as they were to wars, crucifixions, resurrections. This also would have pleased him.

God its like reading poetry

He is too young to have learned to hate himself yet, but that seed is already there; given time, it will grow, and bear bitter fruit.

Well that is dark