Stephen King’s “The Gunslinger” Quotes (29 Quotes)

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.

Go now, there are other worlds than these

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

The wind moaned, a witch with cancer in her belly.

Allie sighed. It was an old, yellow sound, like turning pages.

I don't like people. They fuck me up.

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

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

It had been no struggle to turn his face to the south and leave it behind - but it had hurt his heart.

Their faces were zealously blank, their eyes filled with bland fire.

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

Long days and pleasant nights.

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.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

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

Far away, through the gash that led the way into the mountains, he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

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

Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.

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

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead