Giving up is what kills people.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
Beautiful night, isn't it, Police Girl? It's especially beautiful, of course, if you're a bloodsucker.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
The ones who destroy monsters have always been humans.