Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow…
The earth is not just for the clever and the strong.
To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead.
Žinojau, kad gyvenimas įgauna prasmę tada, kai mes patys jį įprasminame.
Your search for the sacred gift has already begun . . .
Human beings have their great chance in the novel.