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

by Stephen King

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

Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do—the wind that blows through the keyhole—is the breath of all the living universe.