The Waste Lands

Don't ask me silly questions I won't play silly games I'm just a simple choo choo train And I'll always be the same. I only want to race along Beneath the bright blue sky And be a happy choo choo train Until the day I die.

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!

Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature.

All is silent in the halls of the dead. All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead, Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin. These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

I kill with my heart, motherfucker

See the TURTLE, ain't he keen? All things serve the fuckin Beam.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.

What we’ve got here is a lunatic genius ghost-in-the-computer monorail that likes riddles and goes faster than the speed of sound. Welcome to the fantasy version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.

The lessons which I remember the longest are always the ones that are self-taught

It's just that I take riddling seriously. I was taught that the ability to solve them indicates a sane and rational mind.

Then, as understanding began to trickle through his shock, he felt an escalating sense of horror. It had finally happened; he had finally lost enough of his mind so that other people would be able to *tell*.

Of them all, he had been the most perfectly made, a man whose deeply romantic core was encased in a brutally simple box which consisted of instinct and pragmatism.

You haven't finished the key, but not because you are afraid to finish. You're afraid of finding you can't finish. You're afraid to go down to where the stones stand, but not because you're afraid of what may come once you enter the circle. You're afraid of what may not come. You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.

After all, there are other worlds than these and that fuckin train rolls through all of them.

The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.

The wheel of ka turns and the world moves on.

And fire was evil stuff that delighted in escaping the hands which created it.

Wait or me where the trees clear and the water's sweet. I'll come to ye, ay, as sure as dawn makes shadows run west.

In the end, all things, even the Beams, serve the Dark Tower. Did you think you would be any different?

Fasten your seatbelts and prepare for turbulence: you’re flying into . . . the Roland Zone!