It can't rain all the time.

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

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.

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.

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

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