"You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you."

"They were the hands of Gan, the hands of ka, and they knew no mercy"

"All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one."

"Even if the torture stops, I'll die. And you'll die too, for when love leaves the world, all 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."

"Any statement beginning with the words 'In truth' is almost always a lie."

"Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if the people who mean well would just creep away and die."

"Gunfire makes close relations."

"So much you did; So much you did and so much more you would have done, aye, and all without a check or qualm, and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure."

"The bumbler did not bite, but said a single word. "Olan," said he. Then he lowered his head, uttered a single sigh, and died."

""There'll be guards", Eddie said. "Maybe a lot of them. What if we're outnumbered?" "It won't be the first time", Roland said."

"You must never draw until you know how many are against you, or you've satisfied yourself that you can never know, or you've decided it's your day to die."

""May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!" The teeth of his old enemies, these ancient brothers and sisters of a thing which had called itself Kurt Barlow, sank into him like stingers. Callahan felt them not at all. He was smiling as he pulled the trigger and escaped them for good."

"I don't think he needs to be immortal. I think all he needs to do is to write the right story. Because some stories do live forever."

"I refuse to believe that I was raised in Brooklyn simply because of some writer's mistake, something that will eventually be fixed in the second draft."

"You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism."

"Dead, like diamonds, was forever."

"Dad-a-chum, dad-a-chee! Not to worry, you've got the key!"

"I need no sigul. Not the potter but the potter's clay, and I need no sigul!"

"Anger is the most useless emotion; destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart."

"Food and palaver don't mix."

"We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back."

"They burst up and out of the earth like dragons teeth"

"5 minutes of worth of blood and stupidity"

"All of your lies will cross your eyes."

"Definition of a wanderer: a guy who's always looking beyond."

"When everything's a surprise, experience takes on a dreamlike quality."

"First come smiles, then comes lies. Last is gunfire."

"The gunslinger's initial feelings for Eddie had wavered between caution and contempt for what Roland saw as his weakness of character. Respect had come more slowly. It had begun in Balazar's office, when Eddie had fought naked. Very few men Roland had known could have done that. It had grown with his realization of how much Eddie was like Cuthbert. Then, on the mono, Eddie had acted with a kind of desperate creativity that Roland could admire but never equal. Eddie Dean was possessed of Cuthbert Allgood's always puzzling and sometimes annoying sense of ridiculous; he was also possessed Alain John's deep flashes of intuition. Yet in the end, Eddie was like neither of Roland's old friends. He was sometimes weak and self-centered, but possessed of deep reservoirs of courage and courage's good sister, what Eddie himself sometimes called 'heart'."

"Roland was as much a prisoner of his rules and traditions as Eddie had ever been of heroin."

"When the shooting starts, we kill what moves."

"It's the Way of the Eld. We are of that an-tet, khef and ka, watch and warrant. Gunslingers, do ya."

"When it came to pulling coals out of a hot fire, he'd put two dollars on Roland of Gilead for every one he put on God and the Man Jesus, those heavenly gunslingers."

"Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."

"Thunderclap," she said in a voice Eddie could barely hear. "None go there.""Why?""It's dark there," she said, still not looking up from her lap. Then she raised an arm. This time she pointed in the direction from which Roland and his friends had come. Back toward Mid-World. "There," she said, "the world is ending. Or so we're told. And there..." She pointed east and now raised her face to Eddie's. "There, in Thunderclap, it's already ended. In the middle are we, who only want go our own way in peace."

"It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright."

"There was a part of her—a spiteful Detta Walker part—that would always resent Roland's ascendancy in her heart and mind, but for the most part she recognized him for what he was: the last of his kind. Maybe even a hero."

"A tear spilled down Callahan's right cheek, then another. He wiped them away absently. "I've never dared handle it, but I've seen it. Felt its power. Christ the Man Jesus help me, I have Black Thirteen under the floorboards of my church. And it's come alive. Do you understand me?" He looked at them with his wet eyes. "It's come alive.""

"We're bound to do as you ask, if we judge your Calla in the White and those you call Wolves as agents of the outer dark: Beam-breakers, if you ken."

"I have an object of great power."

"Three is a number of power."

"We deal in lead."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

""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."

"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.""

"Your imagination is a poor thing, Roland."