The Dark Tower. Book 5. Wolves of the Calla

Now I think that all of us are born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it

He had great faith in Oy. Or maybe it was love. Or maybe those things were the same

it was self-created and maybe propped up by his analyst, who would tell him about how he had to take care of himself, how he had to be the captain of his own ship, the author of his own destiny, respect his own desires, all that blah-blah. All the little code words and terms that meant it was all right to be a selfish fuck

greed in a good cause is still greed

make it as good as it can be for as long as it can be

Wandering's the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more

some things don't change; the fundamental bitch-and-moans apply as time goes by

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive, after all

We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back

Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall