Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

We think of strangers as stronger and better than we are.

The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.

All of them had a restlessness in common.