There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...
It’s not death if you refuse it... It is if you accept it.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
Life is just a dream on the way to death.
So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.
Childhood is over when you know you’re gonna die.
Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.
It can’t rain all the time.
Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.
Death, like virtue, has its degrees.