My absolute favorite passage so far is the end of chapter one, on page sixteen. It is the section about the moon, and what Ishmael's grandmother used to say about it: "We must strive to be like the moon." His grandmother continues on to explain how the sun causes grief among people, whether it is shining or hidden away behind clouds. However, no one complains when the night comes and the moon is out. The moon provides the sweetest light, serene and beautiful, and "Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way." I also admire Ishmael for this, how he admits that this is one of the things from his childhood that he is glad to remember.