He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.

I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified.

Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.

You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.