With rebellion, awareness is born
Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.
On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.
It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all.
The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.
I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.