The Waste Lands (The Dark Tower, #3)

by Stephen King

“Now can we go?” “There is one more thing,” Roland said. “Weeping, creeping Jesus!” The smile touched Roland’s mouth again. “Just joking,” he said. Eddie’s mouth dropped open. Beside him, Susannah began to laugh again. The sound rose, as musical as bells, in the morning stillness.

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A CAT AND A COMPLEX SENTENCE?” Jake spoke up. “Our English teacher told us that one just this year. A cat has claws at the end of its paws, and a complex sentence has a pause at the end of its clause.”