…and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

“Do you believe in an afterlife?” the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. “I think this is it.”

The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and...

The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go