Book: Institute

Crying is bad, but the way she lowered her head when he pointed out the error in her equation - like a flower in a dry season - was much worse.

Great events turn on small loops.

He was only twelve, and he understood that his life experience is limited, but one thing he was quite sure: when someone says "trust me", he usually lies with a blue eye.

Luke eagerly returned to his books. For there was an abyss waiting for him, and the books contained magic spells that could raise from the darkness all the innermost, all the great secrets.

Tim wanted to tell Luke that he was brave, perhaps the bravest boy - and not in life, not in adventure books. That he is strong, decent, and his parents would be proud of him. I wanted to say I loved him. Only I couldn't find any words. However, there was no need for them. As in telepathy.
Sometimes a hug is telepathy.