Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.