Character: George Lass

Mason, if you weren't a Reaper, then what?
- Dead.
- And if alive?
- I would have died.
- I was in College... a Sophomore.
- So, rejoice that you are dead.

Luck, it is everywhere in the air. And the bad luck floating around and needs someone to approach.

What is the point of hiding your head, if it is already torn.

When I left College, I spent the day in bed. Mom came into the room with tear-stained face, she gave me a long look, and then said: "you only Have one life, tn, no dress rehearsal.", and I said, "you Know, mom, maybe I don't want to be in the play.". A month later I was gone. Interestingly, I was eavesdropping?

Probably the whole meaning of life and death to find it.

Most people seem to have some kind of inner diary. They feel the need to do something, but it's hard, I finish one thing, go straight to the next on the list. This list never ends. We are perennially in a state of incompleteness.

People - this set of simple, predictable clichés. Broken hearts, betrayal - it was all a million times already. But the problem is that every time hurt like the first time. And if you're lucky, you will recover from pain, you can be sure that when you close up all cracks in your heart, will inevitably be new.