Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. - Yann Martel

What his uncle does not understand is that in walking backwards, his back to the world, his back to God, he is not grieving. He is objecting. Because when everything cherished by you in life has been taken away, what else is there to do but object?

We are cynical about our own species, but less so about animals, especially wild ones. We might not shelter them from habitat destruction, but we do tend to shelter them from excessive irony.

I should not count on outside help. Survival had to start with me.