He wanted to know everything; he did not mean this carelessly. He wanted to know the child and the schoolgirl, what she'd believed in and whom she'd loved, what she'd worn and what she'd read -- no detail was too small or insignificant - so that when at last he touched her, his hands would have this intelligence.-- From The Winter Vault, by Anne Michaels --
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