I hold to no God," Roland said. "I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.

I like to end stories where the readers have a little room to run. They can resolve things as they like in their own mind.

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

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Research can only present data about the past. No one seriously believes that people's answers to hypothetical questions about the future accurately represent their future behaviour; they merely represent a current attitude, which may or may not be translated into future behaviour.

Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.

I like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.