“Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.”
“Mind the dead man, my dear.”
“I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget this concert given before an audience of the dead and dying? Even today, when I hear that particular piece by Beethoven, my eyes close and out of the darkness emerges the pale and melancholy face of my Polish comrade bidding farewell to an audience of dying men.”
“I don’t glorify the dead. If I didn’t care if they were still alive, why do I even bother when they are dead. If I love a person when they are still alive, they will remain in my mind and in my heart when they die.”
“But you seem to forget, my dear, only Daederich's price requires a body attached to the head.-Elah Deadly Captive”
“It is as forbidden as is the illicit fruit of Hades, and yet, even he has eaten from it.”