Charlie Knox

“What’s that on your finger?”
Helen said, “His finger? Did he hurt--What.”
Arthur held up his hand, the ring snug, weighted, a presence he could not deny. “Oh, this? I barely remembered it was even there.”
“Liar,” Linus mumbled as he blushed.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“Does he always talk like that?” David whisper-shouted to Arthur.
“Yes,” Arthur said as Linus jabbed him with an elbow. “I happen to admire it when he does, but then I’m very partial when it comes to Linus Baker, including his pearls of wisdom.”
“I’m like an oyster,” Linus said proudly. “Might not look like much, but open me up and there’s hidden treasure within.” He frowned. “Is it me, or did that not sound as complimentary as I thought it would?”
“I would care for you even if you were an oyster,” Arthur promised him.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“It’s quite the conundrum. These days, socks aren’t like what we wore at your age. Many of them have little designs, but our trousers are far too long to show them off.”
“And removing your shoes without invitation is quite rude,” Linus added.
“Indeed,” Arthur said. “Can you imagine?”
“I shudder to think. Even if there is a decorative sock, one must remember decorum.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“And I worry! I worry all the time about the children. I worry about them when they sleep. When they wake up. When they run, when they eat, when they laugh or cry or sneeze. When they ask questions or when they answer questions. What does that make me?”
Linus snorted. “That makes you a father.”
Arthur blinked, lifting his head to look at Linus. “What?”
“It makes you their father,” Linus said again. “And they are so very lucky to have you.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea