Death and the end of one's life are two very different things indeed.
Words are like leaves,. . .like people really, fond of their own society.
That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.
Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.
Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.
What’s the opposite of déjà vu, when you see something that hasn’t happened yet?” “I don’t know—avant verrais?