A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Time's the thief of memory

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.

I feel vulnerable to the astonishing beauty of being alive and to Mother Nature.

Speak not injurious words neither in jest nor earnest; scoff at none, although they give occasion.

It's the weight of expectation that's the hardest to deal with, really, from my point of view.

A congregational prayer is a means for establishing essential human unity though common worship.

Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow.

Be someone's best friend and be there when he or she needs you.

He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.

It's hilarious, because my guitar has what's known as a tremolo bar or a whammy bar. And the whammy bar is probably the most alien thing on my guitar that could possibly relate to a classical guitar.

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