The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

Use your little grey cells mon ami" (Hercule Poirot in 'The Mysterious Affair At Styles')

I would prefer not to.

I prefer to be the first to be wrong than to be the last to be right

maybe in some cases, people see us fall and crack, see us as a failure. We gotta live with it, i live by our own code we shouldn't be ashamed if we fall, for every fall we get up and pick up ourselves a larger chance we win the next time because we learned.

I've learned the maximum from my failures.