Roland on The Dark Tower (series)
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βWe deal in lead.β
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βFood and palaver don't mix.β
βGunfire makes close relations.β
βWhen the shooting starts, we kill what moves.β
βFirst come smiles, then comes lies. Last is gunfire.β
β"Good. Call it fluttergork if you want, pr... Eddie. Just do it"β
β"If we were going to rape you, you would be one well-raped woman by now"β
βWe spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.β
βPerhaps they only looked for a Jesus to heal them, raise them Lazarus-like from the darkness.β
βHollow grandeur in place of true passions which might once have built kingdoms and sustained them.β
βIt's the Way of the Eld. We are of that an-tet, khef and ka, watch and warrant. Gunslingers, do ya.β
βNo one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.β
βDo people in your world always want only one story flavor at a time? Only one taste in their mouths?β
ββA personβs never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, never too old. We live for them."β
β'At this nexus lies the Great Portal that so-called Thirteenth Gate which rules not just this world but all worlds.'β
βI don't think he needs to be immortal. I think all he needs to do is to write the right story. Because some stories do live forever.β
βWe're bound to do as you ask, if we judge your Calla in the White and those you call Wolves as agents of the outer dark: Beam-breakers, if you ken.β
β"The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?""Yes.""My Imagination.""I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself.""Then you have a small imagination."β
βSo much you did; So much you did and so much more you would have done, aye, and all without a check or qualm, and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.β
βBecause of changes in time - a softening of time which I know you all have feltβI've quested after the Dark Tower for over a thousand years, sometimes skipping over whole generations the way a sea-bird may cruise from one wave-top to the next, only wetting its feet in the foam. Never in all this time did I come across one of these doors between the worlds until I came to the ones on the beach at the edge of the Western Sea. I had an idea what they were, although I could have told you something of todash and the bends o' the rainbow.β