Sadness was a very heavy thing.

My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.

I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

Every man has his destiny. But who needs to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?