There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen

"What if I like watching television? What if I don't want to do much else other than read a book?"... "What if I'm tired when I get home? What if I don't fill my days with frenetic activity?" "But one day you might wish you had."

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

Just live well. Just live