Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

What took you so long?” Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will’s attaché case. “I walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew you’d want an original,” Evie snapped.

I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.

What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

We're in English class, which for most of us is an excruciating exercise in staying awake through the great classics of literature. These works - groundbreaking, incendiary, timeless - have been pureed by the curriculum monsters into a digestible pabulum of themes and factoids we can spew back on a test. Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.