Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower, #6)

by Stephen King

all you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.

your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.’

‘I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.

In the Land of Memory, the time is always Now. In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick . . . but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.