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

by Stephen King

‘Goodness me, I see it’s just gobble o’clock.’

“When facts speak, the wise man listens.”

But why look for storms that are still over the horizon, eh?

It was not fair, it was not fair, it was not fair. So cried his child’s heart, and then his child’s heart died a little. For that is also the way of the world.

‘Luck’s the word those with poor hearts use for ka, Susannah of New York.’