Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything. "Need a poo, Todd." "Shutup, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it."

I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.

Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.