The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road.
Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
History is more or less bunk.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.