I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last.

“Shadow walked the meadow, making his own slow circles around the trunk of the t…”

“But that's how it goes; you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they…”

“Wy, ludzie, mówicie o życiu i śmierci, jakby to były dwie rzeczy wzajemnie się …”

“I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I'm called Gla…”