Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower, #6)

by Stephen King

‘I did not make their fate, lady, nor did they make mine. I’ll save my tears, thank you.

Roland looked out at the parking lot and the people who came and went beneath a summer sky filled with fat, slow-floating clouds, seemingly unaware that the whole world was singing with power around them, and that all the clouds flowed along the same ancient pathway in the heavens. They were unaware of their own beauty.

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

Eddie put a fist to his forehead and bent slightly. ‘Hile, wordslinger.’

It is only one moment in an unmarked million, a single atom of event in a lifetime of them. But it stole Mia’s breath

Susannah realized, with dawning bitterness, that she could now give the perfect definition of a ka-mai: one who has been given hope but no choices.

This is the world’s best job I’ve got; real people pay me real money to hang out in my imagination. Where, I should add, the only ones who feel completely real to me are Roland and his ka-tet.