Christ, it's defeaning. why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I have been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To Care....
How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I am here. What if they can't anymore?

Author: Markus Zusak