We're just very happy, Mrs. Leonard.

Bence savaşlarda düşman öldüren askerler yerine, harika öğretmenlere madalya verilse, dünya daha güzel bir yer olurdu.

There is no decent place to stand in a massacre.

My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in

I'm sorry I couldn't be more than I was

Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can't remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn't bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?