At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.

Life is more a matter of choosing than knowing. He could never know the eventual destination of his path, but he could always choose in which direction to take each step.

When all choices seem wrong, choose restraint.

I read once, somewhere, that the way you know you've grown up is when your future death becomes a stone in your shoe: when you feel it with every step.

Being old enough to know better but still too young to resist mostly sucks.

All true stories end in death.

I am not the same man you found that day! The monster you've created has returned, to kill you!