Roland reached out a finer and touched Jake's forehead...his left cheek...his nose...his chin. The last touch hurt a little. "Pimples," Roland said. "It's the air of this place." He suspected it was emotional upset, as well-grief over the Pere-but to let Jake know he thought that would likely just increase the boy's unhappiness over Callahan's passing.
"You don't have any," Jake said. "Skin's clear as a bell. Luck-ee."
"No pimples," Roland agreed, and smoked.
- The Dark Tower page 310