Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
David MitchellLittle girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.
David MitchellIf I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.
David Mitchell