It can't rain all the time.

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.

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

There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm.

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

Life is just a dream on the way to death.

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