If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you.

Why now? Why not? Live or die, a man and a woman need love. There is a need in the race. We need to share. To belong. Perhaps you will die before the year is out. But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never. Far better to have tasted love before dying, than to die alone.

Miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed.

Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, Tae, we live. We know joy.