My name’s Donovan. Irish. Both sides, mother and father. I’m Irish, you’re German. But what makes us both Americans? Just one thing. One, one, one. The rule book. We call it the Constitution and we agree to the rules, and that’s what makes us Americans.
It’s like I’m reading a book. And it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this is who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.[to Theodore]
When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.
I’m sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?[Alice]My dear child, there are great many good books in this world without pictures.[Alice’s Sister]In this world, perhaps. But in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.[Alice]