“Can you lose everything, you ever had planned? Can you sit down again, and play another hand? Could you risk everything, for the chance of being alone?Under pressure find the grace, or would you come undone?That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say?”

“Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?Could you close every day, without the glory and fame?Could you hold your head high, when no one knows your name?That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say.We say goodbye, but never let go.We live, we die, cause you can't save every soul.Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;Will never look back, never look down,and never let go.”

“You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.”

“What are you thinking?""Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see.""Everything down there is exactly the same," he said. "You're the one that's different.”

“Everything that's important - you can take with you.”

“That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.”