A hint of the smile remained in his features at all times, particularly when he listened; it was a look of good-natured amusement, as if he were swiftly and patiently discarding the irrelevant in the words he heard and going straight to the point a moment ahead of the speaker.

The relationship itself was a croquette, too much flour and milk patted smooth into something it wasn't.

this desire to hold on, to somehow stop change in its tracks, is the greatest source of woe and horror and trouble in our lives.

A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

Written By John Williams

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