You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

You should always listen to minotaurs. Anybody with four stomachs has to have a firm grip on reality.

You were so near death that ghosts crowded around you, weeping silver tears, waiting for you with such smiles. You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.

...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.

However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against us from the moment she woke to this life. It is easy to forgive beautiful women, especially when they lay a sorrowful tale before you like a sugar-dusted meal. It does not mean they deserve forgiveness.