Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vulnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kic...
Maybe, in the end it's the voice that tells the stories more than the stories themselves that matters.
May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.
Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.
Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.
It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.
It is virtually not assimilable to our reason that a small lonely man felled a giant in the midst of his limousines, his legions, his throng, and his security. If such a nonentity destroyed the leader...
In many cases when a reader puts a story aside because it 'got boring,' the boredom arose because the writer grew enchanted with his powers of description and lost sight of his priority, which is to k...
If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.
If someone had asked him, Ben, are you lonely? , he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his...
If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.
If I kept saying it; if I kept reaching out. My accident really taught me just one thing: the only way to go on is to go on. To say 'I can do this' even when you know you can't.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of...
I want to go to war, Eddie Dean said calmly. You don't know what you're talking about, Roland said, but you're going to find out.Eddie nodded. They went to their war.
God doesn't bribe, child. He just makes a sign and lets people take it as they will.
Faith is a great thing, and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing, but I don't believe that myself. Because there are too many different ideas on t...
Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.
Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.