“A time, a space, a different place/ How perfect we might be/ I would be the wind that blows/ You’d be that Willow tree/ And I could never bare the thought of you not by my side/ So I would be the warmth of day/ You’d be the cool of night”

“Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.”

“When I was a kid, my mother said, ‘Stephen if you were a girl, you’d always be pregnant.”

“I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.”

“So if you are the big tree, we are the small axe. Ready to cut you down, to cut you down.”

“A time will come when it won’t pass.’The gunslinger made no reply, for he knew this was true. The trap had a ghastly perfection. If someone told you you’d go to hell if you thought about seeing your mother naked (once when the gunslinger was very young he had been told this very thing), you’d eventually do it. And why? Because you did not want to imagine your mother naked. Because you did not want to go to hell. Because, if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.”

“Who are you to judge the life I live?I know I'm not perfect-and I don't live to be-but before you start pointing fingers...make sure you hands are clean!”