I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better