Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
What I'd show you is much more bizarre than anything we have looked at so far, and I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. That's all right. Laugh if you must. Just don't take your eye off what you see, for even in your imagination, here is a creature who can do you damage.
He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.
What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.
It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.
You needn't die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end and ka is always served.
I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.
May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!
A coward judges all he sees by what he is.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
A man who can't bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.
Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...
Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.
And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.
The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high... but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.
Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...
They said it was going fine and gave him those dazed, fuck-struck smiles of which only newlyweds are capable.
Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.
Think what you will, blackbird, for I'll be here long after thee's gone they course and died thy death.
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