“I seek plain truth I do and I have to I find strange oddities I am now sure I will reveal secrets.”
“...right now, right now, I am strange. It is strange. This life is strange. For now, only for now, I am happy.”
“I am relieved. May I now have the truth?”
“I love the juxtaposition of these words. I love the incongruity, the oddity, the very strangeness of their nearness. Dizzy Gillespie. Pakistan. What does one have to with another?”
“Who am I?” he whispered. “For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might return to the truth of myself, only to find there is no truth to return to. I was an ordinary child, and then I was a not very good man, and now I do not know how to be either of those things any longer. I do not know what I am, and when Jem is gone, there will be no one to show me.”
“I do not seek. I find.”