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

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

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.

Long days and pleasant nights.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

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

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

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

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

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

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

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.

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

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

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

The trap had a ghastly perfection

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Go now, there are other worlds than these

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.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

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

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.

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

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

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