As a species, tragedy dwells within us all. We push it to the back of our thoughts, but it is never so far gone that it cannot return, crashing and writhing into our souls: a rogue wave overturning a boat on a calm day. Tragedy is never more than a breath away. We hide from its certainty and go about our lives as though time can be wasted. Somewhere deep inside ourselves we know that we tell ourselves lies. We know that someday everything we love will be gone.

Death makes us forget everything we love and loved ones at the most fearful moment of doubt on loosing our lives. This moment convinces us how much we are selfish of struggling to save ourselves rather than saving others. It would be worthy to live as we do not need to make a choice like that by not getting bounded much in relationships or being indifferent by loosing you to yourself and loosing others to yourself.

The life of man is a road with steep rises and dips. All sensible people use their brakes. But – and this is where, boss, maybe I show what I’m made of – I did away with my brakes altogether a long time ago, because I’m not at all scared of a jolt…Day and night, I go full steam ahead, doing just what I like; so much the worse if I fold up and get smashed to pieces. What have I got to lose? Nothing. Even if I do take it easy, won’t I end up just the same? Of course I will! So let’s scorch along!

After I was assaulted in Egypt, I learned fear. I've just never been so scared in my life. I've never been so close to death.

Give into hope, I say, for fear will only paralyze. It is better to life a life of love amidst the pain than a life of apathy.

I concluded that the best thing for me and for those around me was to want nothing, to be enthusiastic about nothing, to be as unmotivated as possible, in fact, so that I would never again hurt anyone.