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

“If there's to be damnation, she had said, let it be of my choosing, not theirs.…”

“Хората не стават по-добри, те стават просто по-умни. Когато станеш по-умен, не …”

“Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I…”

“Oigo voces en mi cabeza, y si no recuerdo mal, lo he hecho siempre.”