“Desire urges me on as fear bridles me" Bruno.”
“Desire urges me on, while fear bridals me.”
“The urge to cut still pulled at me. Would I always have this urge? I wondered. Would I be like an alcoholic constantly fighting the desire to drink?”
“It is a responsibility for those that see and have understanding, and choose to not be bridled by fear, to step forward and lead the way.”
“Hey!' Bruno called out 'Give me the rest of that banana I was eating.”
“It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.”“I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered.“Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.”