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.
A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.
And it feels like, finally.
Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.
Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.
But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.