Words can wound, and wounds can heal.

“She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis …”

“The face of a man who had sipped life's vinegar and found it, by and large, to …”

“Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It…”

“Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?”…”