"Death kept writing me valentines in blood, I was afraid to go on. But, I refused to give in."

"There are no choices, nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'why me?' and 'what if?'. When you look back, see the branches, like a pruned Bonsai tree, or a forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions."