Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

So many humans. So many colors.

The bombs were coming-and so was I.

The conversation of bullets.