The Waste Lands Quotes

“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

“Shake the hand that shook the world.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“The terror ran endlessly on in his mind, making him feel like a rat trapped on an exercise wheel. And when he tried to look ahead to some better, brighter time, he could see only darkness.”
― Stephen King The Waste Lands

“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

“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