Of course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

But I think it has to do with what you believe about yourself. If you believe you're damned, then you are. But if you don't...

Family is more than blood

You're all he ever wants.