Life is just a dream on the way to death.
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.
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.
It can't rain all the time.
So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.
Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.