Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

“A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. …”

“But no one was asking me. I was here to do a job, and gray steel lockers or pal…”

“Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningl…”

“أعرف الخطأ، لكن ما هو الصواب؟”