If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

Any 'artist' makes a living by expressing what others can't - because they're unaware of their feelings, they're too afraid to express those feelings, or they lack the skills to communicate and be understood.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.