roland sought the tower, and he found his way home
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   The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Stephen King - The Gunslinger

   There the gunslinger sat, his face turned up into the fading light. He dreamed his dreams and watched as the stars came out; his purpose did not flag; nor did his heart falter; his hair, finer now and gray, blew around his head, and the sandalwood-inlaid guns of his father lay smooth and deadly against his hips, and he was lonely but did not find loneliness in any way a bad or ignoble thing. The dark came down on the world and the world moved on. The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.
Stephen King - The Gunslinger

   Jonas saw Dearborn's sombrero rise from his head, its brim chewed away. Then the kid was firing, and he was good- better than anyone Jonas had ever seen in his life.
Stephen King - Wizard and Glass

  True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring- once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome... except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
  And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.
  Those in the grip of a strong drug- heroin, devil grass, true love- often find themselves trying to maintain a precarious balance between secrecy and ecstasy as they walk the tightrope of their lives. Keeping one's balance on a tightrope is difficult under the soberest circumstances; doing so while in a state of delirium is all but impossible. Completely impossible, in the long run.
  Roland and Susan were delirious, but at least had the thin advantage of knowing it. And the secret would not have to be kept forever, but only until Reaping Day Fair, at the very longest. Things might end even sooner than that, if the Big Coffin Hungers broke cover.
  They met in the willow grove, in several of the abandoned boathouses which stood crumbling at the northern hook of the bay, in a herder's hut far out in the desolation of the Coos, in an abandoned squatter's shack hidden in the Bad Grass. The settings were, by and large, as sordid as any of those in which addicts come together to practice their vice, but Susan and Roland didn't see the rotting walls of the shack or the holes in the roof of the hut or smell the mouldering nets in the corners of old soaked boathouses. They were drugged, stone in love, and to them, every scar on the face of the world was a beauty-mark.

Stephen King - Wizard and Glass