“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
Misgun niemand zijn profijt, laat elk op hoope bouwe. Ofschoon wie mij ook benijdt, fortuin moet zijn loop behouden. Bansheeboy: Fok!ker van de week! [Without heart we would be mere machines] Bergkamp, Zlatan, Van Persie, Ziyech, Quaresma