There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye?

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.