If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
— a phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
— Haruki Murakami