Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower, #6)

by Stephen King

“Anger is the most useless emotion,” Henchick intoned, “destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.”

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

When you came right down to it, how did anyone know they weren’t a character in some writer’s story, or a transient thought in some bus-riding schmoe’s head, or a momentary mote in God’s eye? Thinking about such stuff was crazy, and enough such thinking could drive you crazy.

“I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe. And one day while you were doing that, you felt something pushing back.”

Roland smiled. “Ka is a wheel. You’ve been turning on it under different names for a long time. Cuthbert for one, it seems.”

“Because what’s seen can’t be unseen. What’s known can’t be unknown.” He paused. “Save perhaps in death.”