Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 19
At all. No. Sense.
... Opened his mouth to report it, but it did not make sense, so I closed my mouth and fell silent for many hours...
You don't have the patience to wait when I grow up. As no patience I have to wait until you grow up.
When the best words have been said, all possible tricks done, beautiful treatments, and head turns are demonstrated, then this is it "love".
The right to sing sad songs belongs not to those who have occasion for sadness, and the one whose voice sounds sadly. The one who wakes up in tears, unable to remember why.
We talked about death, we endlessly talked about death, until he died of the word.
