He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

If a book is not alive in the writer’s mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit

I deal in lead! Roland called, and Eddie felt goose-bumps pebble his arms.

It’s as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, “Here you are. Try not to lose it.” But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are...

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Sometimes the only thing to do is to take the thing that you must have. Even if someone gets hurt.

…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.