The Dark Tower (series)

"See the TURTLE, ain't he keen? All things serve the fucking Beam!"

"TOUGH TITTY, SAID THE KITTY."

"The gunslinger let me drop, and that is the truth; I still love him, and that is the truth"

"'At this nexus lies the Great Portal that so-called Thirteenth Gate which rules not just this world but all worlds.'"

"All is silent in the halls of the dead."Eddie heard himself in a falling, fainting voice. "All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one."

"Dad-a-chum,dud-a-chee,not to worry, you've got the key."

"Shake the hand that shook the world."

"SEE YOU LATER ALLIGATOR AFTER A WHILE CROCODILE DON'T FORGET TO WRITE."

"WHAT DOES THAT SIGNIFY, FOOLISH CREATURE?""It's the world's smallest violin, playing 'My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.'"

"Why did the dead baby cross the road? ... Because it was stapled to the chicken, you dopey fuck!"

"Ka like the wind."

"Death for you, life for my crop."

"Time is a face on the water."

"It seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended."

"If you love me, then love me."

"Bird and bear and hare and fish, Give my love her fondest wish."

"Might I recline briefly at your feet miss? Your beauty has loosened my knees. I am sure a few moments looking up at your profile from below with the back of my head on these cool tiles will put me right."

"True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring—once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome... except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners."

"So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our mind. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little."

"Keep my love safe; take my love safe to where he goes, give him joy in who he sees, and make him a cause of joy in those who see him."

"ROLAND! I LOVE THEE!"

"There is no word, not even "No", in his screams at the end. He [Roland] howls like a gutted animal, his hands fused to the ball...Alain cannot pry his hands away from the ball, so instead he lays his hand on his cheek, touching him that way. Except there's nothing left to touch. Nothing left...and the thing that rides West with Cuthbert and Alain...will not be Roland, or even the Ghost of Roland. Like the moon at the end of its cycle, Roland is gone.""

"The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?""Yes.""My Imagination.""I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself.""Then you have a small imagination."

"Oh, Christ. I left the world I knew to watch a kid try to put booties on a fucked-up weasel. Shoot me, Roland, before I breed."

"Because often, silence is best."

"I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty."

"Wondering if she wanted as badly as he did to be out of here, to be in the dark, to be alone in the dark, where he could put his false face aside before the real one beneath could grow hot enough to set it afire"

"Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve."

"Above them, Demon Moon grinned and winked one eye through what appeared to be a shifting scrim of blood"

"I'll pay ye back. By all the gods that ever were, I'll pay ye back. When ye least expect it, there Rhea will be, and your screams will break your throats. Do you hear me? Your screams will break your throats!"

"Do'ee say the world will end in fire or in ice, gunslinger?" Roland considered this. "Neither",he said at last. "I think in darkness"

"Near them, stuck on the branch of a tree, had been a note from the being Roland had just missed killing in Palace: 'Renounce the Tower. This is your last warning.' Ridiculous, really. Roland would no more renounce the Tower than he'd kill Jake's pet billy-bumbler and then roast him on a spit for dinner. None of them would renounce Roland's Dark Tower. God help them, they were in it all the way to the end."

"And really, what could be so special about the number nineteen? Mystery Number, indeed."

"No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves."

"Do people in your world always want only one story flavor at a time? Only one taste in their mouths?"

"The whole world was losing its shit, going nineteen."

"Who's this Claudia y Inez Bachman?"

"Now there was a fourth woman. She had been born out of the third in yet another time of stress and change. She cared nothing for Odetta, Detta, or Susannah; she cared for nothing save the new chap who was on his way. The new chap needed to be fed. The banqueting hall was near. That was what mattered and all that mattered.This new woman, every bit as dangerous in her own way as Detta Walker had been, was Mia. She bore the name of no man's father, only the word that in the High Speech means mother."

"Here comes Mia, daughter of none!"

"Your imagination is a poor thing, Roland."

"Dreaming. But not just dreaming. This was todash, the passing between two worlds. Supposedly the Manni could do it. And supposedly some pieces of the Wizard's Rainbow could make you do it, whether you wanted to or not. One piece of it in particular."They could get caught between and fall", Roland thought. "Vannay said that, too. He said that going todash was full of peril.""

""Water if God wills it", he reminded himself. "About the great matters, Roland, you have no say".Not a comfortable truth, especially for a man on a quest such as his, but one he's learned to live with."

"Time is a face on the water.Roland felt gooseflesh run up his arms. Somewhere - perhaps in a glaring, blood-colored field of roses still far from here—a rustie had just walked over his grave."

"You said there were other worlds than these," Roland said, "and there are. New York in all its multiple whens is only one of many. That we are drawn there again and again has to do with the rose. I have no doubt of that, nor do I doubt that in some way I do not understand the rose is the Dark Tower. Either that or—""Or it's another door," Susannah murmured. "One that opens on the Dark Tower itself."

"Because of changes in time - a softening of time which I know you all have felt—I've quested after the Dark Tower for over a thousand years, sometimes skipping over whole generations the way a sea-bird may cruise from one wave-top to the next, only wetting its feet in the foam. Never in all this time did I come across one of these doors between the worlds until I came to the ones on the beach at the edge of the Western Sea. I had an idea what they were, although I could have told you something of todash and the bends o' the rainbow."

"Do you know you come to the line of Eld?" Roland asked in that same curiously gentle voice. He stretched a hand towards Eddie, Susannah, and Jake. Even toward Oy. "For these are mine, sure. As I am theirs. We are round, and roll as we do. And you know what we are.""Are you?" Callahan asked. "Are you all?"

"Eddie had known who they were since River Crossing, when the old people had knelt in the street to Roland. Hell, he'd known since the woods (what he still thought of as Shardik's woods), where Roland had taught them to aim with the eye, shoot with the mind, kill with the heart. Not three, not four. One. That Roland should finish them so, complete them so, was horrible. He was filled with poison and had kissed them with his poisoned lips. He had made them gunslingers, and had Eddie really thought there was no work left for the line of Arthur Eld in the mostly empty and husked-out world? That they would simply be allowed to toddle along the Path of the Beam until they got to Roland's Dark Tower and fixed whatever was wrong there? Well, guess again."

"We deal in lead."

"Three is a number of power."

"I have an object of great power."