The Only Mortal Sin Is Giving Up.

To Write Is Human, To Edit Is Divine.

We Need Ghost Stories Because We, In Fact, Are The Ghosts.

It Wasn't Just Love That Held People Together. There Was Secrets, And The Price You Paid To Keep Them.

The Man In Black Travels With Your Soul In His Pocket.

The Tower. He Would Come To The Dark Tower And There He Would Sing Their Names; There He Would Sing Their Names; There He Would Sing All Their Names. The Sun Stained The East A Dusky Rose, And At Last Roland, No Longer The Last Gunslinger But One Of The Last Three, Slept And Dreamed His Angry Dreams Through Which There Ran Only That One Soothing Blue Thread: There I Will Sing All Their Names!