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.
No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.
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!
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]
There’s a freshwater spring on this island. We can resupply there and get back to shooting each other later.
Now we’re being followed by rocks. Never had that before.
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.[to Elizabeth, his last lines]
