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Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts’ deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead.
Enough to stand here with his eyes shut and to think My father has come for me.
Roland smiled. “A man who can’t bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.”
I’ve met tale-spinners before, Jake, and they’re all cut more or less from the same
cloth. They tell tales because they’re afraid of life.”
“All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.’”
“Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer. “Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer. “Death is speechless, so hear my speech.”
“This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it.
He put his face in his hands. It occurred to him that if he had never loved them, he would never have felt so alone as this. Yet of all his many regrets, the re-opening of his heart was not among them, even now.
A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.
