The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

It takes a whole lot longer to dispose of a body than to dispose of a soul, especially if you don’t want to leave any evidence of foul play.

If hospitals had a flag it would be white—the universal sign
for surrender.

Love is not a weed,
It cannot grow where it please...