“No one else could share his quandary. His agonies were a mixture of shame, of loss fueled by profoundly rooted fury – solitary burdens he had carried with him like pockets of sorrow weighing him down, forcing him to become stronger. When the Devil was gnawing at him, he’d withstood the pain.”

“No one else could share his quandary. His agonies were a mixture of shame, of loss fueled by profoundly rooted fury – solitary burdens he had carried with him like pockets of sorrow weighing him down, forcing him to become stronger. When the Devil was gnawing at him, he’d withstood the pain.”

— Tom Baldwin