If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

if one of us falls, we all fall

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.