Stephen King: The Long Walk: Memorable Quotes

Memorable Quotes

Raymond Davis Garraty
I'm going to walk you into the ground. (to Stebbins)

Peter McVries
Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty, and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.
Why don't you settle this like gentlemen? First one to get his head blown off has to buy the other one a beer.
The Transcendental Quality of Love, a lecture by the noted philosopher and Ethiopian jug-rammer Henry Olson. Author of A Peach Is Not a Peach without a Pit and other works of-
Sinless in thought, word, and deed. (to Garraty)
Would you let me jerk you off?
Go on back and dance on him a little, Barkovitch. Go entertain us. Boogie on him a little bit, Barkovitch.
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
All the world is God. We're walking on the Lord, and back there the flies are crawling on the Lord,
  in fact the flies are also the Lord, so blessed be the fruit of thy womb Percy.
  Amen, hallelujah, chunky peanut butter. Our father, which art in tinfoil, hallow'd be thy name. (to Abraham)
No, Ray. It's time to sit down.

Stebbins
Virgin, aren't you? Maybe a little bit queer in the bargain? Touch of the lavender? Don't be afraid. You can talk to Papa Stebbins. (to Garraty)
Ask your cracker friend, Art Baker. A mule doesn't like to plow. But he likes carrots. So you hang a carrot in front of his eyes.
  A mule without a carrot gets exhausted. A mule with a carrot spends a long time being tired. You get it? (to Garraty)

Hank Olson
God's garden. It's full. Of. Weeds. I don't. Want. To die. (to Garraty)
I DID IT WRONG! (to Garraty)

Arthur Baker
I'm going to die now, Garraty.
Another time, another place.

Barkovitch
Garraty, I daaanced on their graves!
Don't hate me, why do you want to hate me? I don't want to die any more than you do. What do you want? Do you want me to be sorry? I'll be sorry! I . . . I . . .

Tubbins
THE WHORE OF BABYLON HAS COME AMONG US! SHE LIES IN THE STREETS AND SPREADS HER LEGS ON THE FILTH OF COBBLESTONES! VILE! VILE!
BEWARE THE WHORE OF BABYLON! HER LIPS DRIP HONEY BUT HER HEART IS GALL AND WORMWOOD—
Collie Parker: And she's got the clap

Narrator
His eyes were as shiny and as blank as doorknobs.
They walked on, somehow in step, although all three of them were bent forever in different shapes by the pains that pulled them.
It ended with Abraham crawling on his knees, eyes turned blindly up to the halftrack and the crowd beyond, mindless and filled with confused pain.
  They were the eyes of a sheep caught in a barbed wire fence. Then he fell on his face. His heavy Oxfords drummed fitfully against the wet road and then stopped.
And when the hand touched his shoulder again, he somehow found the strength to run.