People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

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.)

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them