Chambers Quotes

“the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“They were close to the end of the beginning . . .”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“Once again there was the desert, and that only.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“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 Gunslinger

“The trap had a ghastly perfection”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“Your head is a lit chamber.”
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

“Come on,” I say, taking Cardan’s arms and pulling him unsteadily to his feet. “You can’t sleep here.”
“What happened to your cheek?” he asks, his gaze focusing blurrily on me. He’s close enough that I can see his long lashes, the gold ring around the black of his iris.
“Nothing,” I say.
He lets me squire him into the hall. As we emerge, the Ghost and the rest of the guards move immediately to stand at attention,
“At ease,” says Cardan with a wave of his hand. “My seneschal is taking me somewhere. Worry not. I’m sure she’s got a plan of some kind.”
His guards fall in line behind us, some of them frowning, as I half-lead him, half-carry him to my chambers. I hate taking him there, but I do not feel confident about his safety anywhere else.
He looks around in amazement, taking in the mess. “Where—Do you really sleep here? Perhaps you ought to set fire to your rooms as well.”
“Maybe,” I say, guiding him to my bed. It is strange to put my hand on his back. I can feel the warmth of his skin through the thin linen of his shirt, can feel the flex of his muscles.
It feels wrong to touch him as though he were a regular person, as though he weren’t both the High King and also my enemy.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King