Always the wall, keeping him apart, this man who was a first-name friend to everyone and an intimate to none. And on it, it was almost as if there were a sign that read, THIS FAR YOU GO, and no further.

“You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizo…”

“Abed, the walls pressed close and the ceiling hung heavy above him; abed, the r…”

“Ser Rodrik groused. His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely t…”

“Life is not a song, sweetling.Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.”