Corey

“He taught me if you kill what you love, you’re damned.” “I am damned already,” Roland said calmly. “But per-haps even the damned may be saved.”

“Are you going to get all of us killed?” Roland said nothing.

Eddie seized the rags of Roland’s shirt. “Are you going to get her killed?” “We all die in time,” the gunslinger said. “It’s not just the world that moves on.” He looked squarely at Eddie, his faded blue eyes almost the color of slate in this light. “But we will be magnificent.” He paused. “There’s more than a world to win, Eddie. I would not risk you and her—I would not have allowed the boy to die—if that was all there was.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Everything there is,” the gunslinger said calmly. “We are going to go, Eddie. We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end we will stand.” Now it was Eddie who said nothing. He could think of nothing to say. Roland gently grasped Eddie’s arm. “Even the damned love,” he said.”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“A man who can't bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“My friends are the hill I die on.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Vampire

“A man is the sum of his memories—and more—he is the sum of all those others he has met, and what he learned from them.”
― Christopher Ruocchio, Howling Dark