He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn’t know what to expect inside—smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts? Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. “Have we stopped moving?” he said hoarsely

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Sorry to bother you,” Bella said over the wailing. “But she wants her daddy.

Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes." -Beth

You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah…" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.