“And the book... and the work.. and the life goes to the whole beginning... and trying to answer how in real did we met.(Mr.Nobody, No One Tell)”

“Probably, after all we could say that life is like Dexter... a code... and how good can you work with it?”

“My Message is already out, what has left is to go and to do your part of the work.”

“Sometimes criminals work and for cops and criminals have favourite cops... (Person of Interest)”

“So unsirious work... I behave nice because I want people to behave in the same way with me.”

“People to be stronger they must have taste from everywhere the stuff, what's the feeling your father to suicide, what's the feeling to see people to die from real nature or from disease(s). That's ...”

“The things that count the most (love, joy, justice, and grace) cannot be counted.”

“Post a picture of you or of somebody and look... the days have been counted.”

“Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.”

“Whats it like to live forever?Nicholas almost dropped the glass he had been holding. What?Whats it like to know you will never die?He should have known, he thought. She was a smart woman. Lonely. H...”

“Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”