The sun is a blotch against the navy-blue eyes of the day, and it fades away to a lingering crest of misfortune until all these chords are struck senseless and everything we say is without meaning.
Ladida. I am an owl. Watch me go beep bloop and bam.
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
