Miss Grimke: I can't read your book before I go to bed. Last night I dreamed my yard was full of corpses. I couldn't walk out the front door without stepping over a dead body.
DGF: You must have lived in Gettysburg in a prior life.
Miss Grimke: Why did you write that book?
DGF: All I ever really want to do is figure things out.
Miss Grimke: That, and run things.
DGF: Well yes.
Miss Grimke: I guess if you could write I can at least read it.
DGF: During the day, by a window where you can hear birds singing and children at play.