We all suffer from dreams.

“Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

“Every day is ordinary, until it isn't.”

“— Mas o que é que você faria com o Graal?— Eu iria usá-lo.— Para quê?— Para liv…”

“You do like them thin, don't you?" Pyrlig said, amused. "Now I like them meaty …”