It's not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.

Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.

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.

It can't rain all the time.

So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.