Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human miseries.

I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.

I stole their future from them; I can only being to repay by seeing what I can learn from their past.

Who would I be, if other good souls did not make up for my shortcomings?

Make friends. Be a leader. Kiss butts if you have to, but if the other guys despise you-you know what I mean?

There's always hope... even when there isn't faith. And sometimes, without hope or faith, there must be charity.

In my view, suicide is not really a wish for life to end.' What is it then?' It is the only way a powerless person can find to make everybody else look away from his shame. The wish is not to die, but to hide.