But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see.

Always stay in your own movie.

Things you think you're saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.

A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance . . . like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn't care about anything but himself and his dying.