"He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy. <i>"Alles ist Scheisse,"</i> he announced. All is shit." - Markus Zusak

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.