“But what about the staring? They're always staring at me!""You are rather nice to look at.”

“Of course, I'm only joking," he says, studying me. "The reason they're staring is because I am extraordinarily good looking.”

“For a moment we sit in silence. Eventually, I turn to him and say, "Do you believe in God?" His eyes narrow for a moment and he stares at me at me for a while. Stares in a rather intense way, like a doctor looking at a troubling X-ray. Then he looks out the and says in a voice like shattered glass, "Only in storms.”

“Cause when I looked into your eyes,and you dared to stare right back,you should of said,Nice to meet you, I'm your other half”

“Sometimes I get nice letters from people who know they're due to meet him (Death) soon, and hope I've got him right.Those are the kind of letters that cause me to stare at the wall for some time.”

“Try looking into that place where you dare not look! You'll find me there, staring out at you!”