What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.
Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?