I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.

'I could kill you like this,' Peter whispered. 'Just press and press until you're dead'.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

I have hope for you, if only because you're the only one left to hope for.

There's always hope... even when there isn't faith. And sometimes, without hope or faith, there must be charity.

Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was gross insult.

Ulysses, obviously. It was an elaborate prank, and our supposed intellectual elite continue to fall for it.