If you love me, then love me.

He wanted her, suddenly and completely, with a desperate depth of feeling that felt like sickness. Everything he was and everything he had come for, it seemed, was secondary to her.

What heart I have is yours.

And he thought that, had he been wearing his guns, he might well have drawn one and put a bullet in Susan Delgado's cold and whoring little heart.

Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.

Oy?" he asked. "Will you say goodbye?"Oy looked at Roland, and for a moment the gunslinger wasn't sure he understood. Then the bumbler extended his neck and caressed the boy's cheek a last time with his tongue. "I, Ake," he said: Bye, Jake or I ache, it came to the same.

Some things don't rest easy, even when they're dead. Their bones cry out from the ground.

Roland’s heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest, and there was a moment to wonder how it could possibly go on beating in the face of this.

In this universe there might grow roses which sing.