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Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Stephen King

I deal in lead! Roland called, and Eddie felt goose-bumps pebble his arms. — Stephen King

Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Stephen King

Their situation was becoming ever harder to deny: they were characters in someone's story. This whole world
Stephen King

Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Roland Barthes

All official institutions of language are repeating machines: school, sports, advertising, popular songs, news, all continually repeat the same structure, the same meaning, often the same words: the stereotype is a political fact, the major figure of ideology. — Roland Barthes

Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Roland Orzabal

A lot of people hear the records on the radio, they aren't absolutely sure who exactly Tears For Fears is, they just know they like the song. — Roland Orzabal

Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Susan Wise Bauer

the twelfth-century Song of Roland, which turns the bloody incident into a major conspiracy between the Arabs of Zaragoza and a traitor within Charlemagne's own camp. — Susan Wise Bauer

Roland In The Song Of Roland Quotes By Lauren Groff

Her mother had smelled of cold and scales, her father of stone dust and dog. She imagined her husband's mother, whom she had never met, had a whiff of rotting apples, though her stationary had stunk of baby powder and rose perfume. Sally was starch, cedar, her dead grandmother sandalwood, her uncle, swiss cheese. People told her she smelled like garlic, like chalk, like nothing at all. Lotto, clean as camphor at his neck and belly, like electrified pennies at the armpit, like chlorine at the groin. She swallowed. Such things, details noticed only on the edges of thought would not return.
'Land,' Mathilde said, 'odd name for a guy like you.'
'Short for Roland,' the boy said.
Where the August sun had been steaming over the river, a green cloud was forming. It was still terrifically hot, but the birds had stopped singing. A feral cat scooted up the road on swift paws. It would rain soon.
'Alright Roland,' Mathilde said, suppressing as sigh, 'sing your song. — Lauren Groff