We're making the same mistakes we made 1,000 years ago. So they must be the right ones. So relax.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Right now, getting killed would be redundant.

You could stab a knife right through my heart and you’d be too late.

There’s always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story