There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

“He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and me…”

“I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.”

“I can stand.”“It looks to me like you‘re using a wall to prop you up. that’s no…”

“And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought i…”