Aaron Pinto

“He looked so strange without his guns.

So wrong.

'Okay? Now that the numb-fuck apprentices have the guns and the master's unarmed, can we please go? If something big comes out of the bush at us, Roland, you can always throw your knife at it.'

'Oh, that,' he murmured. 'I almost forgot.' He took the knife from his purse and held it out, hilt first, to Eddie.

'This is ridiculous!' Eddie shouted.

'Life is ridiculous.'

'Yeah, put it on a postcard and send it to the fucking Reader's Digest.' Eddie jammed the knife into his belt and then looked defiantly at Roland. 'Now can we go?'

'There is one more thing,' Roland said.

'Weeping, creeping Jesus!'

The smile touched Roland's mouth again. 'Just joking,' he said

Eddie's mouth dropped open. Beside him, Susannah began to laugh again. The sound rose, as musical as bells, in the morning stillness.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“After all, there are other worlds than these and that fuckin train rolls through all of them.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD.
'VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
'VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Io non miro con la mano; colui che mira con la mano ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre. Io miro con l’occhio.
Io non sparo con la mano; colui che spara con la mano ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre. Io sparo con la mente.
Io non uccido con la pistola; colui che uccide con la pistola ha dimenticato il volto di suo padre.
Io uccido con il cuore.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands