I'm trying to make a friend.

[Kate en parlant de Nicholas] He scares me.

I feel like my head's exploding.

Notre devise c'est honneur, code, loyauté, pour nous ces mots sont la poutre maîtresse d'une vie passée à défendre le bastion. Chez vous, ces mots finissent en gage.

Nous vivons dans un monde qui a des murs et ces murs doivent être gardés par des hommes en armes, qui va s'en charger ?

De quoi voulez-vous parler maintenant ? De ma couleur préférée ?

- On fait le méchant avec ses petits camarades Harold ?

- Monsieur oui Monsieur.

In the amazing book Moby Dick by the author Herman Melville, the author recounts his story of being at sea. In the first part of his book, the author, calling himself Ishmael, is in a small sea-side town and he is sharing a bed with a man named Queequeg, and I felt saddest of all when I read the boring chapters that were only descriptions of whales, because I knew that the author was just trying to save us from his own sad story, just for a little while.

I need to know that I have done one thing right with my life!

Who would want me to be a part of their life?