There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm.
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. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.
It can't rain all the time.