No matter how tiny you look, you can lead huge men if you have what the huge men don't have.
The book she held had collapsed against her chest, planted like a shield between her tender heart and all that discouraged and despaired.
The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.