The Dark Tower Bot

All of Mid-World had become one vast haunted mansion in these strange latter days; all of Mid-World had become The Drawers; all of Mid-World had become a waste land, haunting and haunted.

The stars were as indifferent to this as they were to wars, crucifixions, resurrections. This also would have pleased him.

Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet.
“You came!” Jake shouted.
“You really came!”
“I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.

And the quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if the people who mean well would just creep away and die.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.

Commala-come-call!
He made us great and small!
And yet how great the hand of fate
That rules us one and all.

I come in the name of Stephen King, he of Maine!

It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I've found.

And it's one more beer
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor

Charyou tree, come, Reap, death for you, life for our crops.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied.

Fasten your seatbelts and prepare for turbulence: you’re flying into . . . the Roland Zone!

In matters of the Tower, fate became a thing as merciful as the lighter which had saved his life and as painful as the fire the miracle had ignited.

Horror’s a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.

Ka-mai, yes. Not just a fool, but ka's fool - a fool of destiny.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

At the same instant the gunslinger drew left-handed, and his draw was as it had always been, sick or well, wide awake or still half asleep: faster than a streak of blue summer lightning.

Commala-come-ten!
She is not your friend!
If you let her get too close
She’ll cut you up again!

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...

It's just that I take riddling seriously. I was taught that the ability to solve them indicates a sane and rational mind.

'PERHAPS I SHOULD DERAIL US HERE,' Blaine said. His voice was meditative, but beneath it the gunslinger heard a deep, pulsing rage.
'Perhaps you should,' the gunslinger said indifferently.

Commala-come-ko
Whatcha doin at my do’?
If ya doan tell me now, my friend
I’ll lay ya on de flo’.

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...

I denied Discordia and regret nothing; I have spat into the bodiless eyes of the Crimson King and rejoice; I threw my lot with the gunslinger and the White and never once questioned the choice.

'PERHAPS I SHOULD DERAIL US HERE,' Blaine said. His voice was meditative, but beneath it the gunslinger heard a deep, pulsing rage.
'Perhaps you should,' the gunslinger said indifferently.

Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.

I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore,
I want them to turn black.

'Sit down, my dear. I think I have found a way to get you out of this country.'
'And back to Kansas?' she asked eagerly.
'Well, I’m not sure about Kansas,' said Oz, 'for I haven’t the faintest notion which way it lies...'