For him the room was not a room, but a box fitted to the width and breadth of his shoulders, the length of his skeleton head to toe.

I'm in the middle of reading a book about the Cocoanut Grove fire. Most of the patrons died not of burns, but of ILD because of the smoke and particles emitted from the wall and ceiling coverings. It was because of the fire that research into ILD and everything that can cause it (baker's lung, anyone, LOL?) skyrocketed.

But it's this particular sentence that crushes me and I mean that in the best possible way because it speaks the truth.