"Stop us if you have heard this one before, brother: a tower, erected from seemingly known, but unknowable substances, rising endlessly and leading nowhere - by mortal standards. And, above it, beyond its peak, God.

Or something like Him.

This tower was not raised by humans with more ambition than sense, to be sure, though some of that ilk have tried to reshape it in their image. No. This was raised by the one who raised everything else. It encompasses size, and thus, it encompasses life. All of it, brother. Not just the bound and bounded forms that come and go. But the finite mind cannot comprehend the infinite, and in attempting to do so, is driven to madness, to rant and rave. Babble, one could say."

-on the Dark Tower;

"See the Turtle of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always kind; he holds us all within his mind.

No great poetry, brother, we agree, but you must remember the man who wrote it was three quarters asleep when he did so. And yet, more correct than he may ever know. Or more honest, perhaps. There are moments, when one's being is pushed to the brink, that reality becomes clearer, and the urge to speak of it stronger.

He is old, the Turtle, timeless as we are. His thoughts are as deep as the void between worlds, rising and falling like tectonic plates, yet they are not unkind. He has time to stop, to speak to and aid children. Is that not impressive? After all, what incentive has he to do so? Little, to be sure. And is it not nobler to be good simply because it is the right thing to do, rather than because one must?"

-on Maturin;

"It evokes more than fear, though perhaps unknowingly, unintentionally. If it knows, it takes less delight in what it resembles than in what it can resemble.

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Think, brother. Does its avatar not bring to mind the fear of absurdity, even if that is not its intent? Does its true form not resemble both the will-o'-the-wisp and the crouching spider that waits in the darkness to leap and feed. The trapdoor spider, we feel, is fitting; after all, its lifeless glow lies beyond reality as man knows it.

And, look, brother: it is the nemesis of a world turtle, and the ritual that thwarted it comes from a land bordering that where such turtle tales are so prominent. Coincidence...?"

-on Pennwyise;

"He walks and walks, looking within as much as back. Do you think he would stop, brother, if he learned his journey's end, his ascent of the tower, will be its newfound beginning? Do you think he would care?

We would not be hasty to answer. Remember from which sword the firearms he wields were forged. His sword would not end up in the hands of a man without ambition, no matter its form."

-on Roland Deschain;

"He was a taker of heads before he became a taker of souls, of destinies, of children - if you follow that history. Walk backwards through time, and you will see a man you have always known in one form or another, brother. The man who, even though he does not sell his soul directly, might as well be carving "evil" into it, along with its claim to his self."

-on Randall Flagg;

"Ah, brother, we know this glow! We recognise it, the light that is the world, shining from the navel of the maker who gazed into himself. For are not contemplation and self-reflection one and the same, for the omniscient? Does the all-knowing not reminisce of the world that was, and is, and will be with every measureless thought? It is easy to lose track of, but we remember. Just as how we remember how easy it is to mistake the will of the almighty for destiny...and vice versa."

-on Gan;

"Where there is darkness, there must be light, say those who speak for balance.

But why must it be so?

Where there is now light, there was darkness before, only to be banished by the new glow, say those who welt within it, and now cower away from the light.

But why was it so?

Is it because the darkness argues for itself, claws its way into creation and holds into it with numberless fangs? This spiteful shadow - you know what it is like - would say all there is has no right to be. That nothing does, except itself."

-on the Crimson King;