“Roland’s heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest, and there was a moment to wonder how it could possibly go on beating in the face of this.”

“Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.”

“How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?”

“He felt as if someone had reached into his chest and cut off a tiny piece of his heart and made him eat it.His heart tasted very bitter to him, and he hated Peter more than ever, although part of him still loved hishandsome older brother and always would.And although the taste had been bitter, he had liked it.Because it was his heart.”

“No Fuimus, non Sumus, atque nonquam obliti erimus.""I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.I aim with my eye.I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.I shoot with my mind.I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.""Blaine is a pain.""Redrum......""MISERY IS ALIVE, MISERY IS ALIVE! OH, This whole house is going to be full of romance, OOOH, I AM GOING TO PUT ON MY LIBERACE RECORDS!""First the blood comes, then the boys follow.""Blood stains are the hardest to get out."Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

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

“I do not kill with my gun;He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.”