[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he's his father, but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.