“The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.”

“See the BEAR of fearsome size!All the WORLD'S within his eyes.TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle;The TOWER awaits you in the middle.”

“The mad King, the bad King, the sad King. Ring-a-ding-ding, all hail the King!”

“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!”

“His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.”

“There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.”

“Time belongs to the Tower.”