...the first sign of civilization is always trash.

Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

Would you rather die, or be unwound? Now he finally knows the answer. Maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe it's why he stood there and taunted Roland. Because he'd rather be killed with a furious hand than dismembered with cool indifference.

We'll never be ready. So I guess that means we're as ready as we'll ever be.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

You think you want to know the secrets of the universe. You think you want to see the way things all fit together. You believe in your heart of hearts that enlightenment will save the world and set you free. Maybe it will. But the path to enlightenment is rarely a pleasant one.