This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness.

It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it. Nobody would know it. It wouldn't make any difference. When you die it's the same as if everybody else died too.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.