
There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
You do care.You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
You’re the weak one. And you’ll never know love,or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.
He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.