All the birds who were never born, all the songs that were never sung and so can only exist in the imagination.And this one is Teddy's.
The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watchin...
They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction.'Poor Grendel's had an accident,' I whisper. 'So may you all.
Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.
God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.
God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.Oh Janos, Janos my brother!Surely we are not lost--while we live.