Remembering a man's stories makes him immortal.

He believed in himself, believed in his quixotic ambition, letting the failures of the previous day disappear as each new day dawned. Yesterday was not today. The past did not predict the future if he could learn from his mistakes.

In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end.

You’re not necessarily supposed to believe it…You’re just supposed to believe in it.

When a man's stories are remembered, then he is immortal.

This is what is meant by last words: they are keys to unlock the afterlife. They're not last words but passwords, and as soon as they're spoken you can go.

There are those rare people who function like human magnets, who are individually so attractive – or repellent, depending on the situation – that a considerable amount more seems to happen to them, and likewise, their presence in a certain place makes more seem to happen around them. They’re magical people. They have special power.