What goes up, must come down... Mustn't it?

Knowledge can be like the skin on the surface of the water in a pond, or it can go all the way down to the mud. It can be the tiny tip of the iceberg or the whole hundred percent.

has it ever occurred to you that where there is no anger, there is also no love?

The studying, the books, exams, arguments, theories. The jokes and pints, laughter, kisses and songs. Life was like running, ninety percent sweat and toil, ten per cent joy.

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.

What goes up, must come down... Mustn't it?