Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,' said Will. 'It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired.
Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.