July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.