One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.