The Dark Tower V

“And how does he listen?” “Like an anthropologist,” she had replied promptly. “Like an anthropologist tryin to figure out some strange culture by their myths and legends.”

… how you feel and how long you feel it doesn’t always have a lot to do with objective truth.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Asking what couldn’t be answered was a waste of time.

The terrorist had been transfixed by nothing more than the sky, and the thought that it arced above the just and unjust alike.

Eloquence does not always proceed from belief, but often proceeds from the bottle.

Callahan knew stuff Eddie thought no one else could possibly know: the sadness of Dixie cups rolling across the pavement, the rusty hopelessness of that sign on the gas pumps, the look of the human eye in the hour before dawn.

Some of it might have been the fabled geographic cure, to which I believe I have already alluded. It’s a wholly illogical but nonetheless powerful belief that things will change for the better in a new place; that the urge to self-destruct will magically disappear.

“Wandering’s the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more.”

“It’s not blasphemy to treat it so because it’s no longer just paper,” Roland said. “It has become a tool, and tools must be protected. D’ye ken?”

…greed in a good cause is still greed.

In English class, he’d almost always gotten A’s on his creative-writing assignments, but now he was discovering that fear and invention did not mix.

… how you feel and how long you feel it doesn’t always have a lot to do with objective truth.