Richard C. Morais

I miss my old life

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

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

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

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

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