”Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water. ”
“You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Of if you can paint, maybe you think–I did–that God put you on earth to blow your father away.”
― Stephen King, The Mist
Ca să fiu total sinceră, habar nu aveam până anul acesta, că frunza de vișin se scutură atât de târziu, și-atât de frumos. Sfârșit de noiembrie, pe ceață (din nou).