More Than This

by Patrick Ness

“Self-contained,” Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he’d had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember, and maybe not all of it even to do with what happened to Owen. Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn’t, what was the point?

Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging.

More and more and more.