“Feeling the capacity to be, to live, to act. To pour out the spirit of their souls into concrete and objective form with a high fervor born of their racial characteristics, they glide through our complex civilization like wailing ghosts; the spin like fiery planets lost from their orbits; the wither and die like trees ripped from native soil. Your Honor, remember that men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread. And they can murder for it, too.”

“A life is bookended by forgetting, as though memory forms the tunnel that leads into and out of the human body.”