“Unsure how to answer, I took another grape. Time was no problem for me, but I wasn't eager to hear the long life story of a dwarf. And besides, this was a dream. It could evaporate any moment.”
“She gave me another of those long keen looks, and I could see that she was again asking herself if her favourite nephew wasn't steeped to the tonsils in the juice of the grape.”
“I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.”
“What I need now is stories, it took me a long time to know that, and I'm not sure of it.”
“There was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.”
“Each passing moment, every breath I took, I was worried I’d hear a tick, but not live long enough to hear its tock.”