Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.
Stephen Kingthe year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.
Stephen KingYou 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 KingThe Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!
Stephen King