Embarrassing as it had been to break down like that in front of [her], he knew that it had been a good thing. A wall inside himself had been broken

It was like he attacked sleep, a frontal assault, took it by the throat and forced it to yield him the rest he needed. Rest, but no peace

Something had been given back to him. And because [she] had been a part of it, there was something between them now. A bond of loss, if loss could bind

Rage at the death of his daughter and all the things that had gone wrong and the people who had screwed up. He needed to kill somebody, to tear them apart, onl…

We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.

'What is love?' 'The total absence of fear,' said the Master. 'What is it we fear?' 'Love,' said the Master.

I cry the way that babies cry The way they can't deny The way they feel Words, they climb all over you 'Til they uncover you From where you hide.