No entiendo por qué los mundanos siempre se disculpan por cosas que son culpa suya. [pp.189]

“Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.” “I …”

“People fell in love, and lost, and moved on. He didn’t know why he couldn’t. He…”

“What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around hi…”

“How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?”