It's weird, all you think about when you're young is gaining your independence, but when those final hours come, people want to go home.

The stony silence of death,
trapped by the original gravity of our sins,
and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn,
a world where blood and bone no longer matter.

I used to hold you as my everything,
And so I built my castles in your lands,
But you proved to me your inadequacies,
With this, how will my castles stand?

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

There is but one verdict in this case. That verdict is death.

I don't think anybody who leaves a courtroom after a death verdict is happy.