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📍Along the Path of the Beam
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I'm pleased to say the bot has received a few new quotes. We don't announce updates, but these we're particularly excited about. Because the rotation is random, it could be days before they're posted, but I encourage you to look out for them.
Long days and pleasant nights!
Roland threw his head back and thanked God.
God and Eddie Dean.
God and Eddie Dean.
November 26, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Roland threw his head back and thanked God.
God and Eddie Dean.
God and Eddie Dean.
A coward judges all he sees by what he is.
November 26, 2025 at 5:10 PM
A coward judges all he sees by what he is.
'Which war was it?' Roland whispers.
'What?'
'The one where you got your sense of nobility and purpose shot off?'
'What?'
'The one where you got your sense of nobility and purpose shot off?'
November 26, 2025 at 2:10 PM
'Which war was it?' Roland whispers.
'What?'
'The one where you got your sense of nobility and purpose shot off?'
'What?'
'The one where you got your sense of nobility and purpose shot off?'
I go where I have to go, do what I have to do.
November 26, 2025 at 11:10 AM
I go where I have to go, do what I have to do.
Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
November 26, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
Commala-come-two!
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do
November 26, 2025 at 5:10 AM
Commala-come-two!
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do
'We have found one of the twelve portals which ring the edge of the world . . . one of the six paths to the Dark Tower.'
November 26, 2025 at 2:10 AM
'We have found one of the twelve portals which ring the edge of the world . . . one of the six paths to the Dark Tower.'
He knew that however much she might love him, he would always love her more. And as always when he thought these things, the premonition came that ka was not their friend, that it would end badly between them.
November 25, 2025 at 11:10 PM
He knew that however much she might love him, he would always love her more. And as always when he thought these things, the premonition came that ka was not their friend, that it would end badly between them.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
November 25, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
'VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD.
VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.'
VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.'
November 25, 2025 at 5:10 PM
'VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD.
VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.'
VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK.
VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.'
He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.
November 25, 2025 at 2:10 PM
He felt awe as he looked up at those stars, but also a deep and abiding contentment, such as he had felt as a child, safe and warm beneath his quilt, drowsing half in and half out of sleep, listening to the wind sing its lonely song of other places and other lives.
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
November 25, 2025 at 11:10 AM
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
Not all is silent in the halls of the dead and the rooms of ruin. Even now some of the stuff the Old Ones left behind still works. And that’s really the horror of it, wouldn’t you say? Yes. The exact horror of it.
November 25, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Not all is silent in the halls of the dead and the rooms of ruin. Even now some of the stuff the Old Ones left behind still works. And that’s really the horror of it, wouldn’t you say? Yes. The exact horror of it.
They were all dead, except for him. The world had moved on.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
November 25, 2025 at 5:10 AM
They were all dead, except for him. The world had moved on.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
Mister, we deal in lead.
November 25, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Mister, we deal in lead.
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
November 24, 2025 at 11:10 PM
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
Ah, Roland, will thee betray such true thread as this in a sad unthreaded world? Could anything justify it?
November 24, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Ah, Roland, will thee betray such true thread as this in a sad unthreaded world? Could anything justify it?
Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
November 24, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.
November 24, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.
Just where had he been all of his goddamned life? Where had he been, what had he been doing, who had been with him while he did it, and why did he suddenly feel so grimy and abysmally beshitted?
November 24, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Just where had he been all of his goddamned life? Where had he been, what had he been doing, who had been with him while he did it, and why did he suddenly feel so grimy and abysmally beshitted?
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
November 24, 2025 at 8:10 AM
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
The devil you knew was always preferable to the devil you didn’t.
November 24, 2025 at 5:10 AM
The devil you knew was always preferable to the devil you didn’t.
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.
November 24, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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.
On the other side of Mid-World, Roland of Gilead, the last gunslinger, had drawn this divided woman to him and had created a third, who was far better, far stronger, than either of the previous two.
November 23, 2025 at 11:10 PM
On the other side of Mid-World, Roland of Gilead, the last gunslinger, had drawn this divided woman to him and had created a third, who was far better, far stronger, than either of the previous two.
Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .
November 23, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .
A drop of hell, a touch of strange . . .