I used to picture us as two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.

421Life is fucking confusing. I don't know anything, and neither do you.

Женщины и дети знали твердо: нет такой беды, которую нельзя было бы стерпеть, лишь бы она не сломила мужчин.

You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.