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

by Stephen King

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.’

The Wind Through The Keyhole, Stephen King.

Many lions is a pride; many crows is a murder; many bumblers is a throcket; many dragons is a bonfire.’

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

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.