“Your body's cold, hope is lost, I can't let goCan I die with you so we can never grow old?Cut the ties, cut the ties with this note you left behindAs I read the words I hear you telling me whyToo late, too late, I never said goodbyeToo late, too late, can't even ask you whyAnd now I'm wasting away in my own miseryI hope you're finally gone to a place where you belong”

“It's too late!" I cried"I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make us eternal.” Phoenix’s eyes closed, haunted to the end. “I'm sorry,” were his last words."I forgive you,” I sobbed, gripping onto him desperately. “I forgive you.”It was too late.All. Too. Late.”

“Live all you can. It's a mistake not to. It doesn't matter what you do -- but live. This place makes it all come over me. I see it now. I haven't done so -- and now I'm old. It's too late. It has gone past me -- I've lost it. You have time. You are young. Live!”

“Skye: Did you really mean what you just said up there?Craig: Yes... and so much more. Three years too late, I guess.Skye: It's never too late.”

“Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.”

“There," he said as he finished tying the laces on my left show. "Now you won't fall.Too late.”