Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun
mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.
Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.
You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.