“In the end, I just engaged in a staring contest with the wall. The wall kept winning, but I felt like I was gaining on it.”
“His face is more open than an open book, like a wall of graffiti really. I realize I'm writing wow on my thigh with my finger, decide I better open my mouth and snap us out of this impromptu staring contest.”
“His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.”
“At least I thought it was a wall. It sure felt like one. It was hard. It was flat. It stretched out on either side of me. You know... wall.”
“Before I built a wall I'd ask to knowWhat I was walling in or walling out,And to whom I was like to give offense.”
“I was the ref. I was the ref they didn’t know about. Deaf and dumb. Invisible as a wall. I wanted no one to win”