How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.

Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.