It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down.

Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.