It's those that fight hardest for freedom who are never free.

That story placed man above the animals, until man's fall at Eve's hand, and linked humans to God himself, fashioned in his image. But now the black wolf was telling the girl a grave secret. That man was an animal too.

But of all the animals, man holds the fate of the world in his hands.

I'm frightened of nothing anymore," answered Fell simply, "except lies. For they're the real killers.

Man, who thinks he knows everything. But what does man know...Man cares only for himself, in his fear and hate.

Wolves hate farewells.

Why does death engender fear? Because death meant change, a change greater then we have ever known, and because death was indeed a mirror that made us see ourselves as never before. A mirror that we should cover, as people in olden days covered mirrors when someone died, for fear of an evil. For with all our care and pain for those who had gone, it was ourselves too we felt the agony for. Perhaps ourselves above all.