“Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too.”

“Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.”

“Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.”

“The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!”

“King looked back at Roland. "As The Man With No Name--a fantasy version of Clint Eastwood--you were okay. A lot of fun to partner up with.""Is that how you think of it?""Yes. But then you changed. Right under my hand. It got so I couldn't tell if you were the hero, the antihero, or no hero at all. When you let the kid drop, that was the capper.""You said you made me do that."Looking Roland straight in the eyes--blue meeting blue amid the endless choir of voices--King said, "I lied, brother.”

“Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.”

“Tell him he's wrong. Tell him that even if he's right about waiting, he's right for the wrong reasons, and that makes him all the way wrong.”