Song of Susannah Quotes

“Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“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.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like
diamonds, was forever.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Commala-come-come
There’s a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.

Commala-come-one!
She took it on the run!
Left her baby lonely
But he baby ain’t done.

Commala-come-coo
The wind’ll blow ya through.
Ya gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do.

Commala-come-two!
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya
Cause there’s nothin else to do.

Commala-come-key
Can you tell me what ya see?
Is it ghosts or just the mirror
That makes ya wanna flee?

Commala-come-three!
I beg ya, tell me!
Is it ghosts or just your darker self
That makes ya wanna flee?

Commala-come-ko
Whatcha doin at my do’?
If ya doan tell me now, my friend
I’ll lay ya on de flo’.

Commala-come-fo’!
I can lay ya low!
The things I’ve do to such as you
You never wanna know.

Commala-gin-jive
Ain’t it grand to be alive?
To look out on Discordia
When the Demon Moon arrives.

Commala-come-five!
Even when the shadows rise!
To see the world and walk the world
Makes ya glad to be alive.

Commala-mox-nix!
You’re in a nasty fix!
To take a hand in traitor’s glove
Is to grasp a sheaf of sticks!

Commala-come-six!
Nothing there but thorns and sticks!
When your find your hand in traitor’s glove
You’re in a nasty fix.

Commala-loaf-leaven!
They go to hell or up to heaven!
The the guns are shot and the fires hot,
You got to poke em in the oven.

Commala-come-seven!
Salt and yow’ for leaven!
Heat em up and knock em down
And poke em in the oven.

Commala-ka-kate
You’re in the hands of fate.
No matter if it’s real or not,
The hour groweth late.

Commala-come-eight!
The hour groweth late!
No matter what shade ya cast
You’re in the hands of fate.

Commala-me-mine
You have to walk the line.
When you finally get the thing you need
It makes you feel so fine.

Commala-come-nine!
It makes ya feel fine!
But if you’d have the thing you need
You have to walk the line.

Commala-come-ken
It’s the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don’t make her your friend.

Commala-come-ten!
She is not your friend!
If you let her get too close
She’ll cut you up again!

Commala-come-call
We hail the one who made us all,
Who made the men and made the maids,
Who made the great and small.

Commala-come-call!
He made us great and small!
And yet how great the hand of fate
That rules us one and all.

Commala-come-ki,
There’s a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.

Commala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don’t ‘ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

Commala-come-kass!
The child has come at last!
Sing your song, O sing it well,
The child has come to pass.

Commala-come-kass,
The worst has come to pass.
The Tower trembles on its ground;
The child has come at last.

Commala-come-come,
The battle’s now begun!
And all the foes of men and rose
Rise with the setting sun.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“I hold to no God," Roland said. "I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“You know," King said, "I'm not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it's not; it's the reason I write them down.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“I'm not laughing at you guys," King said. "It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“The gunslinger said, "I used to think the most terrible thing would be to reach the Dark Tower and find the top room empty. The God of all universes either dead or nonexistent in the first place. But now...suppose there is someone there, Eddie? Someone in charge who turns out to be..." He couldn't finish.

Eddie could. "Someone who turns out to be just another bumhug? Is that it? God not dead but feeble-minded and malicious?”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“King looked back at Roland. "As The Man With No Name--a fantasy version of Clint Eastwood--you were okay. A lot of fun to partner up with."

"Is that how you think of it?"

"Yes. But then you changed. Right under my hand. It got so I couldn't tell if you were the hero, the antihero, or no hero at all. When you let the kid drop, that was the capper."

"You said you made me do that."

Looking Roland straight in the eyes--blue meeting blue amid the endless choir of voices--King said, "I lied, brother.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: 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.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Passage between worlds. Then the gunfire. Then the killing.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Cat can have kittens in the oven, girl, but that won’t ever make em muffins.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“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?”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“I deal in lead! Roland called, and Eddie felt goose-bumps pebble his arms.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Aye. Would’ee speak a word of prayer first, Roland? To whatever God thee holds?” “I hold to no God,” Roland said. “I hold to the Tower, and won’t pray to that.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“A woman in love, is what. In my experience, they got their own laws.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“They would go down fighting, but they were going to die there.

And he thought dying would be all right. It was going to break Roland's heart to lose the boy...yet he would go on. As long as the Dark Tower stood, Roland would go on.

Jake looked up. "She said, 'Remember the struggle.' "

"Susannah did."

"Yes. She came forward. Mia let her. And the song moved Mia. She wept."

"Say true?"

"True. Mia, daughter of none, mother of one. And while Mia was distracted...her eyes blind with tears..."

Jake looked around. Oy looked around with him, likely not searching for anything but only imitating his beloved Ake. Callahan was remembering that night on the Pavilion. The lights. The way Oy had stood on his hind legs and bowed to the folken. Susannah, singing. The lights. The dancing, Roland dancing the commala in the lights, the colored lights. Roland dancing in the white. Always Roland; and in the end, after the others had fallen, murdered away one by one in these bloody motions, Roland would remain.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Eddie got in. Roland paused for a moment to tap his throat three times. Eddie had seen him perform this ritual before when about to cross open water, and reminded himself to ask about it. He never got the chance; before the question occurred to him again, death had slipped between them.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“The gunslinger said, “I used to think the most terrible thing would be to reach the Dark Tower and find the top room empty. The God of all universes either dead or nonexistent in the first place. But now … suppose there is someone there, Eddie? Someone in charge who turns out to be …” He couldn’t finish. Eddie could. “Someone who turns out to be just another bumhug? Is that it? God not dead but feeble-minded and malicious?” Roland nodded. This was not, in fact, precisely what he was afraid of, but he thought Eddie had at least come close.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Their situation was becoming ever harder to deny: they were characters in someone's story. This whole world--”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jiggers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers," King said, and actually laughed.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Was it God that made magic, or was it magic that made God?”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Ka-mai, yes. Not just a fool, but ka's fool - a fool of destiny.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Is Stephen King the Crimson King of this world?”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“A man named Stephen King. Do you know that name?” And saw by Cullum’s eyes that he did.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“it seems to me that none of this stuff is mine, that I’m nothing but Roland of Gilead’s fucking secretary. I know that’s stupid, but a part of me sort of believes it.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jingers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers,”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah

“Für einen Gott war King gar kein so übler Kerl.”
― Stephen King, Song of Susannah