There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.

A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.