The Wind Through the Keyhole (The Dark Tower, #4.5)

by Stephen King

When one is amazed and heartsick, it’s usually best to say nothing, for in that state, any word will be the wrong word.

ka is a wheel and it always turns.’

There was a little more, words I traced over and over during my wandering years after the disastrous battle at Jericho Hill and the fall of Gilead. I traced them until the paper fell apart and I let the wind take it—the wind that blows through time’s keyhole, ye ken. In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.