Never trust a politician, Todd. They have no fixed center, so you can never believe them.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.