Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?

Life's not about feeling better, it's about getting the job done.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.