I want my words to survive translation.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.

What I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

I felt slightly superior to student politics, for instance. I had no reason to think this, but I thought of myself as slightly more seasoned. I became quite cynical talking to my student friends.

If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.

Perhaps it is indeed time I began to look at this whole matter of bantering more enthusiastically. After all, when one thinks about it, it is not such a foolish thing to indulge in - particularly if it is the case that in bantering lies the key to human warmth.