Though the ages come and go, the world of man does not change. The lan — Noir

"Make a pilgrimage for the past with me."

"We are Noir! All those who fear the heart of darkness, make way!"

"I can kill people so easily. Why then dont I feel sad?"

"When I woke up, everything was there. My name and an inscription. All false. Who am I? I am... Noir. I couldnt remember any more than that. However, even when it was false, I had it in my hand."

"I have no grave, but this should not sadden me. Because this is the path that I chose for myself. To be sure, this is not your grave... But... so what if it isnt?"

"Noir… It is the name of an ancient fate. Two maidens who govern death. The peace of the newly born, their black hands protect."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"I am dominated by one thing, an irresistible, burning attraction towards the abstract. The expression of human feelings and the passions of man certainly interest me deeply, but I am less concerned with expressing the motions of the soul and mind than to render visible, so to speak, the inner flashes of intuition which have something divine in their apparent insignificance and reveal magic, even divine horizons, when they are transposed into the marvellous effects of pure plastic art."

"and liars kill their kind but her,my love creates love only our"

"The anxiety to be admired is a loveless passion ... , loud on the hustings, gay in the ball-room, mute and sullen at the family fireside."