I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.

I love the Wikipedia link chain because it has led me into some strange articles. Wikipedia is one of my favorites.

though he does not touch me, he steadies me.

His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?