You know, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by, there’ll be none left at all.[to Jack]
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.
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.
Love. A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed.
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.
Dying is the day worth living for!
Cruel is a matter of perspective.