Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.

Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality.

If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.