No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.
It was difficult to say which of them were truly struck blind, coming home. One was bandaged and being led by another, whose thousand-yard stare was enough for those aware of such afflictions.
Poor bastards, a luckier man might remark.
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.
He was worried that he might not have time for them, in his continuing service.
Needless to say, he made time.