You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by, there’ll be none left at all.[to Jack]
No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.
Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by.[to Beckett]
You may kill me, but you may never insult me.
There’s never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that’s dead certain.
There’s more than one way to live forever.
Now we’re being followed by rocks. Never had that before.
Love. A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed.
I’m not certain I can survive any more visits from old friends.
Dying is the day worth living for!
Cruel is a matter of perspective.
Advise your brethren, you can fight and all of you will die, or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die.[to Elizabeth]
