You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.

If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?

A part of me did not want Richard Parker to die at all, because if he died I would be left alone with despair, a foe even more formidable than a tiger.

With the very first rays of light it came alive in me: hope. As things emerged in outline and filled with colour, hope increased until it was like a song in my heart. Oh, what it was to bask in it!