″...look at all the things that I am capable of, and think of all the things you could call me - a student a lover of literature, a budding architect, a friend, a symbol of hope even, but what am I called? A refugee. Some people believe that I gave up my homeland and lost my parents in order to become a refugee; some people actually believe that I gave up thirteen months of sunshine to live in the cold and to be called a scrounger. I didn’t.”
“It’s easy to forget that Simon’s not going to live on like the rest of us. A few MD patients get mentally affected, but Simon’s so quick, and he’s got such a wicked sense of humor, that once you know him you hardly notice he’s in a wheelchair...”
“You have a gift, lad. It is a treasure very few are blessed with, a mind which is capable of so much. Such a head is a dangerous thing upon young shoulders.”
This nut, while so many of his brethren have fallen and been trodden under foot, is still in possession of all the happiness that a hazel nut can be supposed capable of.