No thoughts come, if you smashed up all schools, we wouldn’t have any hope left. The hope that everybody will be glad he’s alive, even you.
You gonna call the cops?
“Isn’t there anything you care about but ripping, hacking, bending, rending, smashing, bashing? “Anything? Anything but those boots?”
“There’s my treasure. It’s the dearest thing I own. I give it to you to smash. You can have the added pressure watching my hart break while you do it”
JIm! Jim- listen to me, boy! It’s belong to John Philip Sousa! I’ll trade it to you, JIm- for your boots. It’s better than your boots, JIm
Helmholtz pulled Jim’s boots off and threw them into a corner. As jim looked, his pride and courage drained away. The boy shievered, then quaked.
I-I don't know
Why'dja do that?
Jim Donnini’s eyes filled with pity and alarm. They came alive. They became human. Helmholtz had got a message through. Quinn looked at Jim,and something like hope flickered for the first time in his bitterly lonely old face.
Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it