We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

Stories are important...They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.