We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

I’m so afraid that all I can reach will lead me to all I dare not see.

Come to a book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it, and draw your own map.... A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.

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!