About bravery
'You must not mind me.' We were together again and the self conciousness was gone. 'We really are the same one and we must not misunderstand on purpose.' 'We won't' 'But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and suddenly they aren't the same one.' 'We won't fight.' 'We must not. Because there's only us two and in the world there's all rest of them. If anything comes between Us we're gone and they have us.' 'They won't get us,' I said. 'Because you're too brave. Nothing ever happens to the brave.' 'They die of course.' 'But only once.' 'I don't know. Who said that?' 'The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one?' 'Of course. Who said it?' 'I don't know.' 'He was probably a coward,' she said. 'He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perha