There Will Be Books Written About Harry.

Bigotry Is Probably The Thing I Detest Most.

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.

She Was On Edge, Feeling That She Might Snap Or Cry At The Smallest Provocation.

He Didn't Realize That Love As Powerful As Your Mother's For You Leaves Its Own Mark.

I See A Light In The Kitchen. Let Us Not Deprive Molly Any Longer Of The Chance To Deplore How Thin You Are.