“He knows her like man knows earth, touching the surface but unaware of her depth.”

“Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.”

“Being depressed means you are trying to see a colorful world through gray filtered eyes”

“If you fail, you will be sad. But if you quit, you will be mad. Don’t give up on your dreams. Get up. You can do it!”

“Feathers!” spluttered Sargatanas. “Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that’s what real beings wear. I’ll tell you a secret.” He said, and drew me closer. “The eternal pain at having known Paradise and lost it is priceless. I wouldn’t swap it for anything.”

“A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.”

“Dr. Beall gave him the first shot, followed closely by the second.He said, “I’ll check for a heartbeat.”I said, “You don’t need to. I can see it in his eyes.”Dewey was gone.”

“Cassandra wondered at the mind’s cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life’s end, her grandmother’s head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death’s silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?”

“We can’t be sad for her,” she murmured. “Only for ourselves at having to say good-bye.”

“That was it. Shogo stopped breathing. The dim yellow light falling from the ceiling of the pilothouse shone on his pale face. He seemed at ease.”Shogo!” Shuya yelled. He still had more to say. “You’ll see Keiko! You’ll be happy with her! You’re–“It was too late. Shogo couldn’t hear anything anymore. But his face just looked so damned peaceful.”Damn it.” Shuya’s lips trembled along with his words. “Damn it.”Holding Shogo’s hands, Noriko was crying.Shuya also put his hand on Shogo’s thick hand. A thought occured to him. He searched through Shogo’s pockets and found the red bird call. He pressed it into Shogo’s right hand and closed his hands over it so he could hold it. Shuya then finally burst into tears.”

“Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.”

“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”