"If you love me then love me."
"If you love me then love me."
Roland would have understood.
Cool thread Letti...
I've got a ton but here's my first:
"NOW COMES ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER!"
"He looked at Roland and sent a thought, as clearly as he could: Roland, help us.
And one came back, filling his mind with cold comfort (ah, but comfort served cold was better than no comfort at all): If I can."
Roland would have understood.
"Say you're sorry for the way you were driving, you careless motherfucker! Do it now! Do it now!"
"You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself."
Roland would have understood.
"I kill with my heart motherfucker."
"We are going to go, Eddie. We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end we will stand."
Roland would have understood.
"Kill if you will, but command me nothing!"
"No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves."
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
"What if he is above Ka?" - Father Callahan to Walter about Roland
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"time is a face on the water' -Roland
and
something about gunfights, how they are over so quick. I will have to look it up. -also Roland
The kindness of close friends is like a warm blanket
"..he led them a feverish parade across the street...."
Yes ma'm. The Gunslinger, page 81 (revised edition;paperback)
**is thankful that MonteGss is not from the books so feverishparade doesn't break his head**
"He darkles. He tincts. He is in all times."
Nope.
It's a secret combination of words/letters that I can't divulge. Sorry.
"I don't like people. They fuck me up."
"Who sent you west, maggot?" - Roland to Jonas.
“I have forgotten the face of my father, whose guns I hope someday to bear.” - Cuthbert Allgood.