The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

“Certainly war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's …”

“It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. U…”

“It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actual…”

“The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.”