Go then, there are other worlds than these.
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
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.
Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.
The trap had a ghastly perfection
The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
...and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.
They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.
the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.
They were close to the end of the beginning . . .
Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?
Time's the thief of memory
Do grown men always have to play games? Does everything have to be an excuse for another kind of game? Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?
The universe (he said) offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp. As the living brain cannot conceive of a nonliving brain — although it may think it can — the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.
Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the se...
Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.
