It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
Libba BrayFor once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.
Libba Bray