I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.

but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers