They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light.

The boy who became a man progressed from darkness and unlearning to light and responsibility.

Misery suffered did not justify misery to come.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.

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."Roland and Eddie

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Make do.

My mother used to say that . . . and that the only real beauty is order and love and light.