Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

...women are better at keeping secrets, but men are more comfortable with them.