Everything - our houses, our clothes, our hairstyles - is meant to help us forget ourselves and to protect us from vanity, greed and envy, which are just forms of selfishness. If we have little, and want for little, and we are all equal, we envy no one.

Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.

Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing

You were afraid of shooting people?" "No," I say. "I was afraid of my considerable capacity to kill." How many young men fear that there is a monster inside of them?

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.