But if God made the world, then God made the drink. And that is also His will. Ka, Roland thought.
Sometimes, Dolores, sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang onto.
You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.
When he raised his hand to wipe his chin, the card clutched in it had no longer been yellow. This time it was a dirty but still bright orange.
That stays, the bright cameo of all we were and all we believed as children, all that shone in our eyes even when we were lost and the wind blew in the night.
I'm going out for a bottle of champagne. We're going to get bombed.
It's a monster,' Richie said flatly. ‘Some kind of monster. Some kind of monster right here in Derry. And it's killing kids.
Such a ridiculous man hardly deserved to live.
He looked back at them, and Eddie saw something he had never expected to see in his life—not even if that life stretched over a thousand years. Roland of Gilead was weeping.
You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think. Freddi.
But people like Henry never did. People like Henry always came back, because people like Henry knew how to use trust. It was the only thing people like Henry did know how to use. First they changed trust into need, then they changed need into a drug, and once that was done, they – what was Eddie's word for it? – push. Yes. They pushed it.
And now I've got a fever, Marty, only it's a fever you can't damp down with aspirin, and I've got a shortness of breath the goddamned aspirator won't touch, because that shortness of breath isn't in my throat or my lungs—it is around my heart.
Callahan spat out the word "fucking" in a kind of desperate snarl, as men do when vulgarity has become for them a kind of linguistic court of last resort.
The two most beautiful words in any language are : I forgive.
The snake said nothing in return. Snakes do not need to justify their behavior.
There was a big old St. Bernard went rabid downstate a couple of years ago and killed four people.
I may look like Froggy the Gremlin, but in truth I'm Prince Fuckin Charming.
There had never been a shortage of fools in the world.
The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open.
A song on the radio can bring back the past with fierce (if mercifully transitory) immediacy: a first kiss, a good time with your buddies, or an unhappy life-passage.