“The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.”

“Full of life and light; blissfully unaware of all the future had in store.”

“After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.”

“Youth is an arrogant place...”

“It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.”

“And finally it seemed autumn had realized it was September. The last lingering days of summer had been pushed off stage and in the hidden garden long shadows stretched towards winter. The ground was littered with spent leaves, orange and pale green, and chestnuts on spiky coats sat proudly on the fingertips of cold branches.”

“It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?”