You can go through your whole life telling yourself that life is logical, life is prosaic, life is sane. Above all sane. And I think it is. I've had a lot of time to think about that. And what I keep coming back to is [her] dying declaration: 'So you understand that when we increase the number of variables, the axioms themselves never change.'

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?...Sometimes he makes us live.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.