“People don't lose their lives, Your Majesty. Their lives are taken from them, or else they lay them down themselves." And which will be your fate, Gabriel?"I'll lay mine down, Lady.”

“Use your imagination. Trust me, your lives are not interesting. Don't write them down.”

“They lived their lives only for the hour that lay ahead of them.”

“He just kept picking them up and laying them down.”

“HauntedGulp down your wine, old friends of mine,Roar through the darkness, stamp and singAnd lay ghost hands on everything,But leave the noonday's warm sunshineTo living lads for mirth and wine.I met you suddenly down the street,Strangers assume your phantom faces,You grin at me from daylight places,Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greetDead men down the morning street.”

“We can lay down our lives for those we love not by physically dying for them but rather by living for them—giving of our time; always being present in their lives; serving them; being courteous, affectionate, and showing true love for those of our family and to all men—as the Savior taught.”