Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

“M-O-O-N Spells moon”

“Винаги познаваш истината, защото като се сблъскаш или някой друг се сблъска с н…”

“Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?”

“Luck was a joke. Even good luck was just bad luck with its hair combed.”