Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.