Have you ever had something happen to you that there was simply no explanation for? That you can't chalk up to a coincidence, or an accident, or even fate?

A wise man once told me that only by leaving someone good can you meet someone better.

No one, and nothing, will ever hurt you as long as I'm alive.

My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.

Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes to see, coming and going on some unseen projector perpetually turned by an invisible hand. One, then another. The hollow click of the shutter. Now stop. Freeze this frame. Pluck it down and hold it close and be damned by what you see. Henri always said: the price of a memory is the memory if the sorrow it brings.

Kill that Garde as hard as you can!