Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don't see what's going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to.

I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell.