Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.
Janet FitchIn a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?
Janet FitchWhat can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?
Janet Fitch