A book I picked up in the library yesterday, while waiting for training to start. To be honest, it wasn't the title that caught my eye. It was the color of the cover. Just all black, white and grey. And a blurry picture of a little boy looking utterly lost.

I think the boy turned out to be mentally challenged. I'm not absolutely certain, because I didn't get through much of the book. Didn't like the way it was written - a narration from the father's point of view.

Still, like Yee Han (she insists her name be spelt that way) says, I have an obsession with quotes. And here are a couple. That I will probably forget, if I don't get them down in "ink" soon.

The answer is simple: it is just low-life, some coldness in us all, some helplessness that causes us to misunderstand life when it is pure and plain, makes our existence seem like a border between two nothings, and makes us no more or less than animals who meet on the road - watchful, unforgiving, without patience or desire.
Great Falls, Richard Ford

For as powerful and encompassing as love is, during brief moments, it turns fragile, needing desperately to be protected.

The second quote was from the narrator, in reference to his ex-wife. She left.

The weekend is here, and I intend to finish all my work for next week. Including that essay for Hunter, and reading Othello. I haven't read it in what, a whole month now? Definitely time to start. Act Four is horribly crude though. Not sure if I'll be having a good laugh or feeling totally disgusted.