He was outwardly calm but inwardly bleeding to death.

Strangers talking over piles of books do not remain strangers for long.

Books do pretend ...but squeezed in between is even more that is true—without what you may call the lies, the pages would be too light for the truth, you see?

Remember that there are two things in this life that are never worth crying about: what can be cured and what cannot be cured.

Yes, we rather condemn people for eternity without the courtesy of informing them.

...and luckily I have enough in my head to balance what is wanting in my back.

He was outwardly calm but inwardly bleeding to death.