Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by.[to Beckett]
You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by, there’ll be none left at all.[to Jack]
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.
Now we’re being followed by rocks. Never had that before.
No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.
Love. A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed.
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.[to Elizabeth, his last lines]
Watch now on:
There’s more than one way to live forever.
There’s a freshwater spring on this island. We can resupply there and get back to shooting each other later.
I’m not certain I can survive any more visits from old friends.
For certain, you have to be lost to find a place as can’t be found. Elseways, everyone would know where it was.
