You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

Why did it all have to go so wrong?" the heavy man wailed. She knelt down to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe it needed to go wrong," she said softly, "to bring you to this moment.

Tomorrow is going to have to take care of itself for a while. Yesterday too.

...and I realize that this is the true core of human nature: When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

Today he failed to change the world. As for tomorrow, who can tell?

One cannot let the events of one's past murder one's future.

All this time, Lev ever realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world.