Quotes From "The Gunslinger" By Stephen King

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight. Stephen King

He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake. Stephen King

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light. Stephen King

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed Stephen King

...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. Stephen King

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? Stephen King

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. Stephen King

The man in black travels with your soul in his pocket. Stephen King

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food. Stephen King

They were close to the end of the beginning .. . Stephen King

Once again there was the desert, and that only. Stephen King

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy. Stephen King

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. Stephen King

The trap had a ghastly perfection Stephen King

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows. You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die? Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity. If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through the shell (or find a door), what great and torrential light might shine through your opening at the end of space? Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig you incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite but to an infinity of them?. Stephen King

A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff. Stephen King

Go then, there are other worlds than these. Stephen King

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out. Stephen King

I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way. Stephen King

Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. Stephen King

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age? Stephen King