justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.

The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

Friendship is also a kind of medicine, and the markets for it, too, are sometimes black.

The contrast between the familiar and the exceptional was everywhere around me. A bullock cart was drawn up beside a modern sports car at a traffic signal. A man squatted to relieve himself behind the discreet shelter of a satellite dish. An electric forklift truck was being used to unload goods from an ancient wooden cart with wooden wheels. The impression was of a plodding indefatigable and distant past that had crashed intact through barriers of time into its own future. I liked it.

Didier once told me, in a rambling, midnight dissertation, that a dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, he said, we call the dream a nightmare.

Crime is stupid, lazy and weak. You can only exploit it and make money out of it.

Suffering is how we test our love especially our love for God.