And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?" And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say. "Always," I say to him. "Every time.

You do not write your life with words...You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

Things change, but they stay the same.