“And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’But I’ll know my song well before I start singin”

“I’ll see a cat and instinctively start petting the hair on my back.”

“If I do start life all over again, I’ll do so very cautiously, but will I even start? Caution, understanding, it’s all useless. There is weariness, and nothing more.”

“Tell the angels no, I don’t wanna leave my baby aloneI don’t want nobody else to hold youThat’s a chance I’ll takeBaby I’ll stay, Heaven can waitNo, if the angels took me from this earthI would tell them bring me back to herIt’s a chance I’ll take, maybe I’ll stayHeaven can wait”

“I should haven’t gotten all self-righteous on you. If you want to strip on a pole… well, I’ll stand guard with a gun, but I’ll support you.”

“I’ll see him buried,” Beckett said again, slightly less confidently. “I’ll see my brothers. I have to. I can’t not see them. I…” Beckett looked at his reflection in the mirror. “My life is worthless if it’s not about them.”