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  • November 30th, 2012 9:23am

    Oh, there were all sorts of things to wonder about, but the truth was simple: Here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach, and it was for only one of two things: Opening or leaving closed.

    — Stephen King. “The Dark Tower II: Drawing of the Three”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)

  • November 1st, 2012 12:49am

    thetowerjunkie:

    The gunslinger drew with blinding speed and fired twelve times. The gun-flashes dimmed the sun itself, and the pounding of the explosions slammed back from the rock-faced escarpments behind them.
    “Now,” the man in black said, laughing. “Oh, now. We make great magic together, you and I. You kill me no more than you kill yourself.”
    He withdrew, walking backwards, facing the gunslinger, grinning. “Come. Come. Come.”
    The gunslinger followed him in broken boots to the place of counseling.
    The Dark Tower (The Gunslinger) | Stephen King

  • October 26th, 2012 6:29pm

    When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

    — Stephen King. “The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)

  • October 26th, 2012 12:19pm

    thetowerjunkie:

    “I’m going to tell your future, Roland. Seven cards must be turned, one at a time, and placed in conjunction with the others. I’ve not done this for over three hundred years. And I suspect I’ve never read one quite like yours.” The mocking note was creeping in again, like a Kuvian night-soldier with a killing knife gripped in one hand. “You are the world’s last adventurer. The last crusader. How that must please you, Roland! Yet you have no idea how close you stand to the Tower now, how close in time. Worlds turn about your head.”
    “Read my fortune then,”
    The Dark Tower (The Gunslinger) | Stephen King | Art by Stephanie Hans

  • October 24th, 2012 2:19pm

    Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

    — Stephen King (via hellanne)

  • October 21st, 2012 10:43pm

    Time is not a river, as Einstein theorized – it’s a big fucking buffalo herd that runs us down and eventually mashes us into the ground, dead and bleeding, with a hearing-aid plugged into one ear and a colostomy bag instead of a .44 clapped on one leg.

    — Stephen King. “Danse Macabre”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)

  • October 21st, 2012 10:15pm

    In many cases when a reader puts a story aside because it ‘got boring’, the boredom arose because the writer grew enchanted with his powers of description and lost sight of his priority, which is to keep the ball rolling.

    — Stephen King. “On Writing”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)