I learned from the example of my father that the manner in which one endures what must be endured is more important than the thing that must be endured.
I say what I feel. I try to be tactful, but I can't not say what I feel. I have a really big problem with that.
But I remember the moment when my father died. I wasn't a very committed Catholic beforehand, but when that happened it suddenly all felt so obvious: I now believe religion is our attempt to find an explanation, for us to feel more protected.

