“May I offer you something? A small glass of cyanide?”
“If somebody offered me Cyanide, my only question would be, Is it organic? Because organic is always the healthier option.”
“I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand? ”
“Though my work may be menial, though my contribution may be small, I can perform it with dignity and offer it with unselfishness. My talents may not be great, but I can use them to bless the lives of others.... The goodness of the world in which we live is the accumulated goodness of many small and seemingly inconsequential acts.”
“You are not too small. No one is ever too small to offer help.”
“I press my palm to the small pane of glass and feel the cold clasp my hand in a familiar embrace. We are both alone, both existing as the absence of something else.”