Perhaps we’re dead already and we just don’t realise it.
There’s always a moment, isn’t there? Before the attack, the advance, the bombardment, the chaos… A moment of absolute calm.
Justice comes to all.
It’s amazing how people get an attack of conscience when they’re safely tucked away in their beds.
If that’s your sense of humour, there’s something wrong with your wiring. Time for the funny farm.
The killer’s not out there. The killer is in here. It is one of us.
This is the peace before the carnage.
No-one’s coming for us. We won’t be leaving the island. This is the end.
It’s a relief to come to the end, to know that it’s over.
I trust you’re not going to unravel on us, Miss Claythorne. Hysterical women are so boring.