He wanted to make a mirror. Glass, mercury and a wooden frame- the perfect mirror. But he was no good at it. So he went to the people he knew and asked them for a mirror. All they could give him were bits of old mirror. He took these home, stuck them on a board and hung it up. It's a mirror.
"dear joe, your wild noisy huge brother is dead. I couldn't do what my parents did: bring two boys, four years apart through the maze."
It's nice of you to say you'll always remember him. You won't.
"People are good," he said. "They'll all be good to you. Except one."
"I mucked about with his hair. His shoes were where he left them. His shoes are where he left them."
"You ask me how it's possible for me to carry on. I wonder if I look like someone who looks like it's possible to carry on."