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. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.
Life is just a dream on the way to death.