A powerful thing, destiny. You can't run from it. Not in the end.

I miss my old life

But women- this I will never understand- they are touched by the oddest things

All this sea of humanity reassured me that as alien as i felt, there were always others in the world far odder than I

Good taste is not the birthright of snobs, but a gift from God sometimes found in the unlikeliest of people".

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all the things feminine, it leaves a charred residue on the soul, like the black marks found at the bottom of a burned pot. no matter how much you scrub and scrub the pot bottom with steel wool and cleansers, the scars, they are permanent