So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?

Did all this make sense?

a person is never entirely holy or entirely sinful.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.

How beautiful the world was when one looked at it, without searching... just looked, simply and innocently.