There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm.
Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
Life is just a dream on the way to death.
It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.
It can't rain all the time.