What About The Hero Of The House

All Whispers And Echoes From A Past That Is Gone Teem Into The Sleeper's Brain, And He Is With Them, And Part Of Them.

Because I Want To; Because I Must; Because Now And Forever More This Is Where I Belong To Be.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.

When One Is Writing A Novel In The First Person, One Must Be That Person.

Jem Was Safe From Her, And He Would Ride Away With A Song On His Lips And A Laugh At Her Expense, Forgetful Of Her, And Of His Brother, And Of God; While She Dragged Through The Years, Sullen And Bitter, The Stain Of Silence Marking Her, Coming In The End To Ridicule As A Soured Spinster Who Had Been Kissed Once In Her Life And Could Not Forget It.