Death Is The Same For The One

All That Sadness. All That Anger. It Is The Smoke That Gets Into Your Eyes. If You Do Not Blow It Away, How Can You Hope To See?

Childhood, After All, Is The First Precious Coin That Poverty Steals From A Child.

Inside Every Fat Man, There's A Thin Man Trying To Get Out.

Whatever You Say, Old Boy. Just Look After Yourself. And Whatever You Do, Don't Swallow The Gum!

He Hadn't Done Anything. He Hadn't Needed To. Just Being There Was Enough.