“I didn't want him to become gray and multi-dimensional and complicated like everyone else. Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?”

“Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?”

“I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise.”

“Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”

“This goes along with another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”

“Apart from all this, I do of course have a real life. I sometimes have trouble believing in it, because it doesn't seem like the kind of life I could ever get away with, or deserve. This goes along with another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”

“I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him in, memorize him, save him up so I can live on the image, later: the lines of his body, the texture of his flesh, the glisten of sweat on his pelt, his long sardonic unrevealing face. I ought to have done that with Luke, paid more attention, to the details, the moles and scares, the singular creases; I didn't and he's fading. Day by day, night by night he recedes, and I become more faithless.”