It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.

I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.

You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

In 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?