“Are you a gunslinger, Roland? If you are, you better get ready.”

“What’s that mean?” Eddie asked. “I hate it when you start up with your Zen Buddhist shit, Roland.” “It means I don’t know,” Roland said. “Who is this man Zen Buddhist? Is he wise like me?” Eddie looked at Roland for a long, long time before deciding the gunslinger was making one of his rare jokes. “Ah, get outta here...”

“Here is another one ready to die for you, Roland. What great wrong did you ever do that you should inspire such terrible loyalty in so many?”

“And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.”

“Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.”

“What a paragon of virtue you are, gunslinger!" the man in black laughed.”

“May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!”