“I mean who the hell do you think you are, exactly? Saint Roland of the Perpetual Martyrdom?”
“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.”
“Who the hell do you think you're, Kiddo?I don't do thinking, Sir. I simply improvise.”
“Roland, love means not being afraid to let yourself go, trusting that I will desire everything you have to offer. -Rosaline (Roland's love)”
“Faythe, it's me!""I know who the hell you are. Why do you think I kicked you?”
“What’s that mean?” Eddie asked. “I hate it when you start up with your Zen Buddhist shit, Roland.” “It means I don’t know,” Roland said. “Who is this man Zen Buddhist? Is he wise like me?” Eddie looked at Roland for a long, long time before deciding the gunslinger was making one of his rare jokes. “Ah, get outta here...”