“Excuse me, have you seen Death? Big guy with black feathery wings? Likes to reap souls?”

“You can't get a big head about [fame]. When people stare at me, they could be whispering to their friend, 'That guy sucks! Have you seen him before? He's horrible.”

“You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.”

“All has been looted, betrayed, sold;
black death's wing flashed ahead.”

“I'll tell you what. I've been in combat. I've seen it, I've been close to it… and if my unit is in danger, and I've got a captured guy, and the guy knows where the enemy is, and I'm looking him in the eye, the guy better tell me. That's all I'm gonna tell you. The guy better tell me. If it's life or death, he's going first.”

“You are disoriented. Blackness swims toward you like a school of eels who have just seen something that eels like a lot.”

“You reap what you sow — not something else, but that. An act of love makes the soul more loving. A deed of humbleness deepens humbleness. The thing reaped is the very thing sown, multiplied a hundred fold. You have sown a seed of life, you reap life everlasting.”

“If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.”

“As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.”

“You have to be patient. I want to be the possession receiver, the go-to guy. When it's time for a big play, they can come to me.”