Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn't keep falling in.

“Vowels were something else. He didn't like them and they didn't like him. There…”

“You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her…”

“In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin m…”

“A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it’s hungry. You…”