Lord, if what I'm doing is wrong, then by all means strike me down. Otherwise set me free.

No true hero ever believes that they are one.

People would cheer throw confetti and then go about breaking the resolutions they had made only moments before.

You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.

It can be said, then, that Everlost is heaven...for the places that deserve a share of forever. Such places are few and far between...The greatest of these stood near Manhattan's southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven...held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.

Lev smiles. "Leave it to you to turn someone else's screwup into gold

(Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)