when I was young I was afraid to get glasses

because I was afraid my parents would hit me for being so weak at such a young age...



I don't know why, but I want to keep it warm;
I don't know why, but I want to keep it warm forever...

a boy has to be [taught] how to hold a pencil;
he has to be taught how to debate;
he has to be taught to cultivate his mind
and to fight battles with his mouth...
but ironically, a boy never needs to be taught how to hold a gun - and when a boy holds a gun, [sorrow] will inevitably follow him, for the rest of his days...

"[Boy], you're not the only tragic hero."