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“He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“What if I fall?', Tim cried.

Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?

Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“In this universe there might grow roses which sing.”
― Stephen King, It

“See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“You haven't finished the key, but not because you are afraid to finish. You're afraid of finding you can't finish. You're afraid to go down to where the stones stand, but not because you're afraid of what may come once you enter the circle. You're afraid of what may not come. You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?"

"I thought we had been."

But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“They would go down fighting, but they were going to die there.

And he thought dying would be all right. It was going to break Roland's heart to lose the boy...yet he would go on. As long as the Dark Tower stood, Roland would go on.

Jake looked up. "She said, 'Remember the struggle.' "

"Susannah did."

"Yes. She came forward. Mia let her. And the song moved Mia. She wept."

"Say true?"

"True. Mia, daughter of none, mother of one. And while Mia was distracted...her eyes blind with tears..."

Jake looked around. Oy looked around with him, likely not searching for anything but only imitating his beloved Ake. Callahan was remembering that night on the Pavilion. The lights. The way Oy had stood on his hind legs and bowed to the folken. Susannah, singing. The lights. The dancing, Roland dancing the commala in the lights, the colored lights. Roland dancing in the white. Always Roland; and in the end, after the others had fallen, murdered away one by one in these bloody motions, Roland would remain.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Liars see their own kind everywhere.”
― Stephen King

“I kill with my heart, motherfucker”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“This situation is not quite beyond saving, but should you carry on much further - should you give voice to such thoughts - it will be.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“The best part, though, was hearing my mother's voice. It was like having her again, coming out from far inside me. It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I've found. You wouldn't think it could be so, but-as the oldtimers used to say - the world's titled, and there's an end to it.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“How infinite was love, twining in and out of hope and memory like a braid with three strong strands, so much the Bright Tower of every human's life and soul.”
― Stephen King

“Some things don't rest easy, even when they're dead. Their bones cry out from the ground.”
― Stephen King

“Time is a thief of memory”
― Stephen King

“Dad-a-dhuck, dad-a-churtle, don't worry, girl, you've got the turtle!”
― Stephen King

“Nerves, he thought, were for people who hadn't entirely made up their minds.”
― Stephen King

“As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“Ka works and the world moves on.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.”
― Stephen King, Everything's Eventual

“The Tower trembles; the worlds shudder in their courses. The rose feels a chill, as of winter.”
― Stephen King, UR

“Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there’s no peace from their laughter.

Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone. If torture were to stop now, I might still recover – if never my looks, then at least my strength and my kes.

But another week… or maybe five days… or even three… and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. And you’ll die too, for when love leaves the world, hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower