There are animals we haven't stopped by. Don't think they're harmless. Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.

It is simple and brutal: a person can get used to anything, even to killing.

How long does it take for a broken spirit to kill a body that has food, water and shelter?

I have a fierce will to live. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others - and I am one of those - never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end.

You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?

My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!