Travel Log

‘Was that not the way it ought to be? The beauty of Bruges lay in being dead.’

‘Veni, vidi, vici.’

‘But here, we just call it Tuesday.’

‘Summertime, and the livin’s easy…’

‘There are violets in your eyes, there are guns that blaze around you…’

‘Fresh out of f***s forever.’

‘Cuz baby we were born to live fast, die young, be bad, have fun.’