There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

He tried to remember Moon Child’s eyes, but was no longer able to. He was sure of only one thing: that her glance had passed through his eyes and down into his heart. He could...

Porque el tiempo es vida, y la vida reside en el corazón. Y cuanto más ahorraba de esto la gente, menos tenía.