A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?

In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out.

Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?

I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?