“The ferret sat and examined his foot "What in the world am I?" he asked, alarmed "I look like some sort of rodent!”

“A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probablythere too, and bore witness as only rodents can.”

“Huh.”“Huh what?”“Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.”“So?”“So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name inthe air with it?”

“He huffed. I twisted to the left, leaned over him, and reached around his body.“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed.“I’m hugging you goodbye,” I said. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m putting your seatbelton.”I pulled the belt across his chest and wrestled it into the buckle. Then I sat back and fastenedmine.“Seat belts save lives,” I said, annoyed.”

“I should have liked to be asked to say what I knew. They always tried to ask what I did not know. When I would have willingly displayed my knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance. This sort of treatment had only one result: I did not do well in examinations”

“Mr. Nath and I talked further about the pilgrimage. Examining his hand he said, 'I wonder what it will look like after I finish this pilgrimage.'What do you mean?' I asked. 'Do you expect this pilgrimage to change your hand?'It must,' he replied. 'This pilgrimage changes one's life. The change must be evident in the lines of one's hands.”