I thought what if death is more like thinking, well, war is like the boss at your shoulder, constantly wanting more, wanting more, wanting more, and then that gave me the idea that Death is weary, he's fatigued, and he's haunted by what he sees humans do to each other because he's on hand for all of our great miseries.

I'm just another stupid human.

If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.