Животът невинаги ти дава да избираш как да го изживееш.

I forget everything between footsteps.

...bars can't build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains.

That’s the beauty of corrupt men, you can always rely on them to be corrupt

He’s as stooping and sly as I remember, his gaze running its hands through my pockets before taking in my face.

She’s the only real thing in a world of echoes.

Her husband's damnable horse snorted, kicking the ground angrily as she approached. She'd never got along with this beast. Unlike her, it enjoyed being underneath him.

I’m no longer a man, I’m a chorus

Nothing like a mask to reveal somebody's true nature.

Do you know how you can tell if a monster's fit to walk the world again, Mr. Bishop? If they're truly redeemed and not just telling you what you want to hear? You give them a day without​ consequences, and you watch to see what thay do with it.