Lonne

“The hands pulled him forward regardless. The hands of the Tower knew no mercy.

They were the hands of Gan, the hands of ka, and they knew no mercy.

He smelled alkali, bitter as tears. The desert beyond the door was white; blinding; waterless; without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon. The smell beneath the alkali was that of the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.

But not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct.

May I be brutally frank? You go on.

And each time you forget the last time. For you, each time is the first time.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“God pisses down the back of your neck every day but only drowns you once.”
― Stephen King

“For every new art form there's someone to come along and pronounce it dead, but rarely has an art form been born dead - as is the case with rock video, and its major outlet, MTV.”
― Greil Marcus

“Moshing, for most of them, is a celebration of the moment, of the sad fact that it is only a moment.”
― Joe Ambrose