Once again, I felt that peculiar stab of loneliness that only an exile truly knows: the sense that I did not belong and never would again.

Because I believe God is bigger than the rules we impose on one another. I think He does not mind if we find different paths to Him.

I do not believe that any book should be denied to the man who possesses the wisdom to understand it, Bruno, but that does not mean I am confused about where truth lies.

It is strange the way that someone who wants to find you guilty can start to make you believe in your own guilt, even when you know you are innocent. I was afraid I would condemn myself my mistake.

But they argued as lawyers do, they twisted every answer I gave until it sounded like the opposite meaning, and I became so confused and afraid I found myself agreeing to statements that I knew were not true.

No," I said simply. "I hate no one. I want only to be left in peace to understand the mysteries of the universe in my own way.