Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Look at her – I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way – what bliss.
It’s hard to say. Sometimes people have had terrible childhoods. And sometimes they just haven’t found their special place in life. And sometimes they’re dogs from hell and must be destroyed.
A day alone, only that would be death.
If you’ve wrecked one train, you’ve wrecked them all.