little prince

But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need to do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added:
“You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
Little Prince 

burning memories

'The past in Zagreb was underfoot: a soft, thick carpet of leaves, soggy from rain, that my feet sank in and out of, confusing with the present. Leaving the railway station, I walked through the curtains of fog tinted yellow by coal fires, the chemical equivalent of burning memories.'

Robert D. Kaplan, Balkan Ghosts

Brna

'Nothing can touch us here,' she said.

She was almost right...