Life is just a dream on the way to death.

It can't rain all the time.

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

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.