— Have you ever been a father? - I was to my sister. She was not my child but she was my charge. She taught me so much about myself… Her name was Mischa. - Was? - She's dead.
Occasionally I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor on purpose. I’m not satisfied when it doesn’t gather itself up again… someday perhaps, that cup will come together.
— Мы должны начать веселиться через 15 минут! — И, очевидно, ни минутой раньше.
The Voice (also known as Summer night) Edvard Munch