A tinker’s debt is always paid: Once for any simple trade. Twice for freely given aid. Thrice for any insult made. - Patrick Rothfuss

As my father used to say: “There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.”

My father had a dark glimmer in his eye as he moved behind her. “Old?” He spoke in a low voice as he began to rub her shoulders again. “Woman, I have a mind to prove you wrong.”
She smiled a wry smile. “Sir, I have a mind to let you.”

“Music is a fine thing, but metal lasts.” He struck the table with two huge fingers to emphasize his point....
As I left, I thought about what Kilvin had said. It was the first thing he had said to me that I did not agree with wholeheartedly. Metal rusts, I thought, music lasts forever.
Time will eventually prove one of us right.