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“Du scheinst nicht bewaffnet zu sein, Missus, aber bei Frauen weiß man das ja nie.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“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.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“The wind roared across the empty sky, the cold deepened, but Tim Ross lay safe and warm, with a tyger sleeping beside him. At”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“the one that would roll under the hammer at first cock—was pure silver. Perhaps it would work. If not, I would follow with lead. *”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“that she”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“It was only five miles to the deserted village, and they arrived less than an hour after they’d left the ferry.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“all, just a land-pirate himself. One with pretensions.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“May your days be long upon the earth.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Luck’s the word those with poor hearts use for ka, Susannah of New York.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Go on back to your mates, and say thankee. You’ll be drinking soon enough, and welcome.â€� But sai Luka’s drinking days were over. We never know, do we?”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“I like the whores young and the whiskey old.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Which sounds like S, in the Low Speech.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Next came a bit of time which needs no telling—a good thing, too, for some moments of joy are beyond description.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Or so I was told, although as a wee one myself—yes, I was once wee, Tim, son of Jack—I was also told that babies were found under cabbages in the garden.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“How did the Red King catch thee?â€� “He can’t catch anyone, Tim—he’s himself caught, pent at the top of the Dark Tower. But he has his powers, and he has his emissaries. The one you met is far from the greatest of them. A man came to my cave. I was fooled into believing he was a wandering peddler, for his magic was strong. Magic lent to him by the King, as you must ken.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“True as the Turtle that holds up the world. You’ve come a goodly way, you’ve shown great bravery—and not a little foolishness, but we’ll pass that, since they often go together, especially in the young—and you’ve freed me from a shape I’ve been caught in for many and many-a. For that you must be rewarded. Now cap the bottle and get on your feet.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Marry in haste, repent at leisure, the old folken say.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“many dragons is a bonfire.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Tim pushed these thoughts away with horror, amazed to find that some room in his heart—some black room—could hold such things.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Then I say yes.â€� And so they were wed. That is where many stories end; it’s where this one—sad to say—really begins.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“On one matter I was in complete accord with Sheriff Hugh Peavy: I hated mysteries. It’s a thing that has never changed in this long life of mine. I’m not good at solving them; my mind has never run that way.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Horror’s a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds. Now tell them.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“Waited Out the Starkblast in Gook.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“in the proper hand, any object can be magic.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“What’s America?â€� “A kingdom filled with toy-loving idiots.”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole

“thought”
― Stephen King, The Wind Through the Keyhole