“You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...”

“It's about fear. You know! They're all throbbing with fear. We all are.... Bits of it floating in the air. It's like dust. You walk about and don't see it, don't notice it, but it's there and it's all coming down, covering everything. You're breathing it in. You touch it. You drink it. You eat it. But it's so fine you don't notice it. But you're covered in it. It's everywhere. What I mean is, we're afraid. Just stand still for an instant and there it is, this fear, covering our faces and tongues. If we've stopped to take account of it, we'd just fall into despair. But we can't stop. We've for to keep going.”

“There'll be lawyers in heaven before you see somethin' so good again.”

“I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.”

“There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.”

“It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from.”

“With all respects to heaven, I like it here.”