No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

I am hunted by humans.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

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

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.