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

by Stephen King

During the days after they left the Green Palace that wasn’t Oz after all—but which was now the tomb of the unpleasant fellow Roland’s ka-tet had known as the Tick-Tock Man—the boy Jake began to range farther and farther ahead of Roland, Eddie, and Susannah.

There’s nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.”

Horror’s a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.

The stories we hear in childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.

“A person’s never too old for stories, Bill. Man and boy, girl and woman, never too old. We live for them.”

But know this, and tell your children, should you ever be so unfortunate as to have any: in the proper hand, any object can be magic. Now watch!”