“He studied his hands, and by firelight, his expression was long-suffering to the point of martyrdom. Milly heard Shakespeare whispering from the shadows, Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hands?” — Grace Burrowes Copy Share Image
“She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known - not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia. He had a birthmark on the third toe… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
