You can't eat books, sweetheart.

“Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to …”

“The tears grappled with her face. Rudy, please, wake up, Goddamn it, wale up, I…”

“I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I …”

“The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.”