That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could…”

“the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin.On the other side of the door was…”

“Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually…”

“The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He clo…”