“He said, “Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck. Her smile is full of comfort and her eyes are kind and happy! How I long to see her!” “Who, sir?” asked Paramore, puzzled. “Why, his sister, John. His sister.”

“He was a creature of hope. For dreams are hopes, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of despair.”

“For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I’m there for all of them.”

“I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.”

“The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.It’s RUBBISH, death. It’s STUPID. I don’t want nothing to do with it.”

“You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.”

“For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.”