You want a love story too? There's none to be had.
Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.
There’s no such thing as too much champagne. Though your head will try to tell you otherwise tomorrow.
People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don't expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.
Grief had its own life, took its own sustenance.
There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.