Book: The dark Tower III: the waste land

Just think how stupid sometimes people are... Leave them in a room with six doors, and they will still be hitting the wall with his forehead. And then another in this regard resent.

People are strange but interesting.

Hope for the best and wait for things.

He laughed. A strange, shrill laughter, like the patter of rat's feet on broken glass.

His green eyes, curious and inquisitive, were like the eyes of a cat, old enough to gain mind but this has aged to lose the sophisticated cruelty, which in feline circles it is considered an attribute of the individual interesting and noble.

It was so before the world moved and he moved with it...

For the longest time remember the lessons that you give yourself.

When fear of what you can see behind the door, hitting the wall is probably safer.

How can you smell the coffee with his nose in the ass?

The gods will punish immediately, but sooner or later everyone will have to pay... and than later there will come a day of reckoning, the higher the price.

... if it's too long to watch on small correctness - those that lie under the nose, is easy to lose sight of the big truths that are not so visible at first glance.

I'm not aiming arm; the one that aim hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I'm aiming eye.
I'm not shooting hand; one that shoots hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I kill not shot from a revolver; one that kills by a shot from a revolver, I forgot the face of his father.
I kill my heart.

- You never let me down, right?
"Okay," nodded Roland. - Never and nothing.
But in the darkest depths of the heart he remembered the Tower and thought that it might not be so easy.

It seems that old habits are not so easy to overcome. To overcome the heroin is just a toy compared to in order to overcome the complexes of childhood.