I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
There is only one quality that makes humans truly human and that is their will.
When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
Giving up is what kills people.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.