غريبٌ حقاً أمرنا , نختار طرقاً ملتوية كي لا نظهر حقيقة مشاعرنا

“What is leave? – a pause that only makes everything after it so much worse.”

“Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we …”

“The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it”

“Galimybė nusižudyti yra likimo dovana, kurią mes retai tesuvokiame. Ji suteikia…”