The Gunslinger Quotes

“Beyond the reach of human range, a drop of hell, a touch of strange”
― Roland Deschain The Gunslinger Stephen King

“I deal in lead! Roland called, and Eddie felt goose-bumps pebble his arms.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, #1)+

“Roland’s heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest, and there was a moment to wonder how it could possibly go on beating in the face of this.”
― Stephen King

“Below the waterbag were his guns,finely weighted to his hand. The two belts crisscrossed above his crotch. The holsters were oiled too deeply for even this Philistine sun to crack. The stocks of the guns were sandalwood, yellow and finely grained. The holsters were tied down with
raw hide cord, and they swung heavily against his hips. The brass casings of the cartridges looped into the gun belts twinkled and flashed and heliographed in the sun. The leather made subtle
creaking noises. The guns themselves made no noise.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, #1)+

“I Cry your pardon." ~ The Gunslinger”
― Stephen King

“Not all is silent in the halls of the dead. Behold, the sleeper wakes.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“What's on the others side of the door for me?' Eddie asked the gunslinger quietly.
'Probably death,' the gunslinger said. 'But before that happens, I don't think you'll be bored. I want you to join me on a quest. of course, all will probably end in death- death for the four of us in a strange place. But if we should win through...' His eyes gleamed. 'If we win through, Eddie, you'll see something beyond all the beliefs of all your dreams.'
'What thing?'
'The Dark Tower”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye.

I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.”
― dean koontz