She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.

Come. We must go deeper with no justice and no jokes.

Right now, I have no idea what I will write or if I will write again.

In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind.

To write about someone like myself would be very limiting.

We are expanded by tears, we are told, not reduced by them.

And it would be a spare life he would be certain to lead as a schoolteacher in some urban location. But he had a serenity that came with the choice of the life he wanted to live. And this serenity and certainty I have seen only among those who have the armour of books close by.