Where there’s life, there’s possibility.
They may not seem like much one at a time, but in a group, all riled up and hungry? Man, you watch your ass.
There’s no way to really protect yourself. You can’t put a weapon between you and losing people, and you can’t even run away from them, either.
There is no right. There’s just the wrong that doesn’t pull you down.
People can try and set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way.
All life is precious.
Why stand? Why sleep, why eat, why even live after all of this s***, Alicia, if it doesn’t mean anything? If we’re out here, we got to make it mean something. That’s what we need. That’s what I need. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.
This world… we’re always on our own.
There ain’t no waiting. Not in this world. Waiting, that’s how you lose people.
The way out is opening the door. To people. To possibility. To the hurt that will happen.
The good people, they always die. And the bad people do, too. But the weak people, the people like me… we have inherited the Earth.
Sometimes you’re safer when there’s no way out.
