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“I tak samo jak ojciec, dziad i pradziad będzie kiedyś harować jak wół na tym nędznym skrawku ziemi leżącej nad ciemnym morzem, a potem umrze jak zwierzę. Lecz Chrystus nie umarł za pięknych i dobrych. Łatwo jest umierać za pięknych i dobrych, trudno za nędznych i znieprawionych - zrozumiałem to jasno w tamtej chwili.”

“I take 10 minutes. I focus on what I'm most grateful for. Then I do a little prayer for three minutes, a blessing within myself through God, and then out to my family and friends and all those I serve. Then my last three minutes are the three things I want to achieve most. At the end of 10 minutes, you are wired. Everything in your life gets filtered through that.”

“I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyones favorite, the john. You can even read while you're driving, thanks to the audiobook revolution.”

“I take a breath, indulging in that distinct book smell. There's only one thing I love more than the smell of fresh-baked bread and that's the smell of books. Max's store is a combination of used and new books, and I find the scent intoxicating. There's something about the aroma of paper at every possible stage for a book: brand new, hot off the printing press, decades old, covered in dust and moisture. Yeah, it's probably a little weird. But I don't care. To me, it's divine.”

“I take a deep breath. I can do this. It won’t be like when I tried confessing to Raymond at last year’s school fair and got caught in the cotton candy machine’s vicious pink web. Or, like freshman year, when I gave Toby a valentine that caught on fire for no reason at all. I might always forget exactly what the boy I dream about every night looks like the moment I wake up, but this time is different.”

“I take a deep breath. I'm not sure where that swell of desperation came from, but know that I've acknowledge it, it's impossible to ignore, like a living thing has awakened from a long sleep inside me. It writhes in my stomach and throat. I need to leave. I need the truth.”

“I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.”

“I take a few quick sips. "This is really good." And I mean it. I have never tasted tea like this. It is smooth, pungent, and instantly addicting. "This is from Grand Auntie," my mother explains. "She told me 'If I buy the cheap tea, then I am saying that my whole life has not been worth something better.' A few years ago she bought it for herself. One hundred dollars a pound." "You're kidding." I take another sip. It tastes even better.”

“I take a less gloomy view. A good life means fighting to be human under growing difficulties. A lot of young folk know this and fight very hard, but after a few years life gets easier for them and they think they've become completely human when they've only stopped trying. I stopped trying, but my life was so full of strenuous routines that I wouldn't have noticed had it been not for my disease. My whole professional life was a diseased and grandiose attack on my humanity. It is an achievement to know that I am simply a wounded and dying man. Who can be more regal than a dying man?”

“I take a shower, and then I head downstairs. Mom, Dad, and Bhai are in the living room drinking tea and laughing. My stomach flips, and I'm tempted to just forget about the whole thing and go to bed. But somehow I summon up the courage to keep going. "Hey, can I come in?" I hesitate in the entryway. "Of course." Dad pats the sofa next to him. "What is it, Rahul?" Somehow, this feels scarier than standing up to Brent on the football field. I take a deep breath as I settle into the sofa between Mom and Dad. "I want to tell you something," I say. "Okay," Mom says. "You can tell us anything." Bhai nods at me, and his eyes are bright. Encouraging. I nod back. "What is it, Rahul?" Mom gently rubs my back. Even though I want to keep my eyes fixed on my lap, I force myself to lift my head up. My eyes water, but the words come out of my mouth so simply. "I think I'm gay," I say. I look up at Mom, and I see her whole face soften. Like she's proud of me. She leans in and hugs me. "Thank you for telling us, Rahul." I hold her for a long time.”