“Asked him and he said he wasn't. Besides, nothin's real scary except on books.”
“Nothin’s real scary except in books.”
“He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.”
“Will you miss him Holly?” he asked suddenly. [...] “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.”
“What's that?" he asked, when I stood beside him again."Halos," I said with a grin. "For heavenly creatures like us.""That might be a stretch.”
“Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.”