"We see in part, and thus is the mirror of prophecy darkened. There are other worlds, gunslinger, and other demons."
"All the chips on the table. Every card but one. The boy dangled, a living Tarot card, the Hanged Man, the Phoenician sailor, innocent lost and barely above the wave of a stygian sea."
"Go then. There are other worlds than these."
"He had become the boy; the boy had become him. He was become a werewolf of his own making. In deep dreams he would become the boy and speak boy's strange city tongue. This is death. Is it? Is it?"
"She broke the blue plate!"