“All right, then, I'd die for you. How about that? Don't you think somebody could die for love?”

“How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I'd die for you. Why wouldn't I want to live for you as well?”

“If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?”

“You can't think on purpose about somebody or something. Either you think about them naturally or you don't think at all.”

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”

“He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?”