Murder is always wrong, doesn’t matter who does the killin’. Hurtin’ someone else is always wrong. Everyone’s got their burdens. The way the world is, we need faith and hope and joyful praise more than ever to get through.

Hope is possibly the only inexhaustible resource on earth.

As long as you loved somebody, each kiss was hope and wonder, but it was also the potential for good-bye.

Is there a reason you look like you want to murder me?"
"Not particularly. You have that effect on people.

Love doesn't come with an on-off switch. It's made of too many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.

Your soul is drenched black with the blood of your victims, my dear, and that is why you can't see it. When you die, that heavy blood filled essence will sink to the bottom of the earth where you will burn in eternity for your crimes.