Esa palabra manda una corriente directo a través de mi. Muerte, tan final, tan desagradable, tan corta.

“All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Fin…”

“Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue o…”

“They must learn that freedom will not keep them warm.”

“I'd rather die my way than live yours.”