The Dark Tower Bot

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.

Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.

I come in the name of Susan Delgado, she of Mejis!

It was khef, ka, and ka-tet.

'You know,' King said, 'I'm not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it's not; it's the reason I write them down.'

Horror’s a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.

I come in the name of Aunt Talidia, she of River Crossing, and will lay her cross here, as I was bid!

Commala-come-ko
Whatcha doin at my do’?
If ya doan tell me now, my friend
I’ll lay ya on de flo’.

He had great faith in Oy. Or maybe it was love. Or maybe those things were the same.

Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .

'TOUGH TITTY, SAID THE KITTY.'

The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

Commala-gin-jive
Ain’t it grand to be alive?
To look out on Discordia
When the Demon Moon arrives.

'You know,' King said, 'I'm not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it's not; it's the reason I write them down.'

Commala-come-ko
Whatcha doin at my do’?
If ya doan tell me now, my friend
I’ll lay ya on de flo’.

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

Commala-come-kass!
The child has come at last!
Sing your song, O sing it well,
The child has come to pass.

'TOUGH TITTY, SAID THE KITTY.'

'At this nexus lies the Great Portal, the so-called Thirteenth Gate which rules not just this world but all worlds.'
He tapped the center of the circle.
'Here is the Dark Tower for which I've searched my whole life.'

Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .

A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

I come in the name of Susan Delgado, she of Mejis!

No one cares in the counsels of the great if you pawn your soul or sell it outright, Roland.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves, don’t we?

I used to work for this guy before I came here...He used to tell me that ‘never’ is the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown