These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Exactly. They're stupid. Who cares?" "I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid." She waved her hand. The moon blew away. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick.