When I'm sitting in the church alone, I can hear singing of the old people. I can hear their singing and I can hear their praying, and sometimes I hum one of their songs.

He told us that most of us would die violently, and those who did not would be brought down to the level of beasts.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

We looked at each other, and I could see in those big reddened eyes that he was not going to scream. He was full of anger - and who could blame him? - but he was no fool. He needed me, and he wanted me here, if only to insult me.

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.

Today I must write a paragraph or a page better than I did yesterday.

Without love for my fellow man and respect for nature, to me, life is an obscenity.