“I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.”
“I'm going to bed, where I may die.”
“I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.”
“I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.”
“I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.”
“I may not be where I want to be, but if I stop now, I'll NEVER get where I'm going!”