"Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out."
"…sporadic whiffs of the smoke touched him. They built dreams in the same way that a small irritant may build a pearl in an oyster. Occasionally the gunslinger moaned with the wind. The stars were as indifferent to this as they were to wars, crucifixions, resurrections."
- The Gunslinger, Stephen King (via pursuingpeace)