Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.