A biography for Sangu Mandannahasn’t been written yet.
“But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.”
“Come on," I say, "let's go be star-crossed lovers and court disaster.”
“If you expect the worse, you're only denying someone a chance to be better”
“You,” he says, before the door closes all the way. “I often dream of you.”