Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.