Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.

People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting.